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Reprinted from the November issue of Esquire. 

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Art Department Campus Chatter 

Betty Lee Granger Betty Sietz 

Bernice Feldman Barbara Whitehurst 

Jeannette Sauter 
Lucy Goldsmith 


_ Literary Department 

Doris Gutmann 

Esther Spaeth 

Eileen Lynch 

Professional Department 
Mary Baumgartner 
Betty Townshend 

Women's Editor "Webby" Sansbury 

Clubs Editor Bernice Knell 

Circulation — 

Joanne Miller, Charlotte Zenker, 
Betty Johnson, Lois Thomas 
Business — 

Ruth Cronhart, Mary Caples 
Copy — 

Kay Koenig, Betty Hoffacker, Lois Thomas 
Typists — 

Peggy Crump, Barbara Whitehurst, 
Dorothy Miller, Charlotte Zenker, 

Betty Sietz 
Men's Column — 

Norman Schneider, Don Hammerman 
Advisory Board — 

Art Mrs. Brouwer 

Finance Dr. Walther 

Literary Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. Stapleton 

Editor Evelyn Morris 

Volume XVIII, No. 10 

November, 1944 

Letter to The Freshmen 


I was going to write this letter particularly for you, but 
now that I think of it, it wouldn't be a bad idea for those of 
us in the upper classes to "review and revise." I know how I 
felt when I first entered S.T.C. and I would have been very 
grateful if some one had taken a little time to point out the 
liberties and the restrictions that were mine. Maybe you 
won't need this information; maybe you don't want it, but for 
those of you who would like to be "in" with the spirit and 

the activities of the College, I write this list of DO's and 

DO — 

1. Put spirit and energy into whatever you are doing — 
whether it be work or play. 

2. Cooperate — this means with fellow-students, faculty, 
and administration (nearly everyone could be a help 
to you if you'd let him). 

3. Look at your problems squarely — face the issue, don't 
avoid it or it will only pop up again in a more trying 

4. Go out of your way to help someone else. This is one 
of the best ways to pep up your own morale. 

5. Express your opinions, if they are worthy of expression. 

6. Keep an open mind at all times. 

7. Develop a sense of humor — teaching can be fun for 
both you and the classes you teach — IF you are will- 
ing for it to be fun. 

8. Be yourself ... If we want acting, we can wait until the 
Dramatic Club gets into action. (Plug!). 

9. Have a good time at S.T.C, but not at another's ex- 

DON'T — 

1. Forget the other fellow. He has rights and opinions also. 

2. Gripe! Try smiling when you'd rather tell a certain 
individual how you feel about him. 

3. Abuse your freedoms. Others have worked hard to se- 
cure these liberties and it is your part of the job to use 
them in the right manner. Assume your share of the 

4. "Apple-polish" — it's a sure-fire way of getting on the 
"outs" with your classmates and, anyhow, the professors 
can spot you faster than you think. 

5. Put yourself in a bad light just to get attention. You 
wouldn't want your students to act that way. 

6. Develop a "college" accent. Your friends and family 
won't be impressed. 

7. Take the other fellow's idea and assume the credit that 
is due him. 

8. Forget the Tower Light — IT'S YOUR PAPER!! 


Edda Torr. 


Gamfut& GUcdten, 

go up and the Voice of Education resounds once again 
through the halls of S.T.C. Each year the "Lighting of the 
Way" is more impressive and the Freshman Procession by 
candlelight is lovelier. This year the entrance of almost 
seventy new freshmen into our ranks made the ceremony un- 

To each freshman we extend a hearty welcome. You are 
now part of the tradition of S.T.C. — one of us. We sin- 
cerely hope that you'll like us and want to stay. 

ONE, TWO, THREE — yes, count them again if you 
don't believe us. Three more men have invaded the 
campus here at the College. Well, that gives us a batting 
average of 4 now — that's more than Goucher and Vassarf 
can say (meow). But seriously speaking, boys, not every day 
is Sadie Hawkins Day at S.T.C, and it's nice to have you 


gleam in her eye — Bass Voices in the Glee Club! 
(Now Morris can sing regular alto again.) 

energetic assistant and we at S.T.C. have lost a friend 
and inspiring teacher. Dr. Lynch has left the College to aid 
Dr. Knight Dunlap in his studies in California. We all miss 
her. We miss her guiding hand on the Tower Light, those 
"lab" discussions we used to have, and her friendly counsel 
that she was never too busy to give. We, at home for the 
present, will wish Dr. Lynch success in her work and we'll 
look to the future when she'll be back with us again. 

fun! What am I talking about? Why, the Freshman 
Party that the Dorm girls threw on Registration Eve (and 
I mean threw.) The Dorm "gals" entertained royally, and 
we danced, sang and had a swell time. Well, what if we did 
munch onions for a pastime? (Kay Koenig's penalty for a 
Mop Dance we danced.) It was strictly in fun and no one 
minded too much. 


Onions are a perfumed treat, 
For all the ones that eats 'em. 
But what about the suffering weak, 
Who must be sweet and greet 'em. 
(I mean the ones who eats 'em.) 

Assemblies this summer, you missed some great en- 
tertainment! (Of the varied type, too!) A breath-taking and 
surprising entertainer, one of the noted psychologists from 
Boston University, presented a fascinating program on mind- 
reading and the magicians tricks of the trade. "But it just 
ain't so," we shouted, and he agreed. It's all in understanding 
the human emotions — not evoking the supernatural. 

And we had a good movie, too — "The Maid of Salem," a 
rip-snorting thriller with hero, heroine and villain. Fred Mac- 
Murray and Claudette Colbert were the same old lovable 
team, while we in the audience booed and cheered. Talk 
about superstitious people — Whew! 

But the most impressive and well enacted was the Fourth 
of July ceremony, held on the steps of the Administration 
Building, a time when we looked back on our fight for in- 
dependence, and ahead on that which we're fighting to save 
and perpetuate today. Then the whole College had a picnic 
lunch in the Glen. Doesn't that sound good? 

melon! Potato chips! Pickles! Watermelon! Rolls! 
Cookies! Watermelon! Watermelon! The Junior Class will 
never forget watermelons after their luscious class picnic in 
the Glen. It sounds as if they just might have had some 
watermelon. If at any future day this fruit shows up in 
the College, BEWARE! 

faces and fresh ideas among the students, and now 
among our faculty there is an addition: Mr. Kaiser. The 
students are glad to welcome him to the halls of S.T.C. and 
hope he'll like us as much as we do him. The science depart- 
ment continues to carry on. 

Spirit aroused this summer over the discontinuation of 
Summer School Sessions, don't you? Originally the charter 
specified that three extra terms would be held at this College, 
the time which terminated at the end of this last summer. 
Members of all classes held a rush meeting, drew up a peti- 
tion for two more summers, signed and pledged themselves, 
and presented it to Dr. Wiedefeld. Our President has prom- 
ised to work for our cause. Now we must watch and wait for 
administrative and state action. {Continued on page 8) 




jor Joshua Wheeler has received the Bronze Star 
Medal. Josh, a member of the Class of '35, was awarded the 
medal at an Eighth Air Force Bomber Station in England. 
The citation accompanying the decoration read: "For meri- 
torious achievement in connection with military operations 
against an enemy of the United States." Good work, Major 

Lieutenant (s.g.) Rebecca C. Tansil, U.S.N.R., attended 
the September graduation at the College and was back for 
another visit in October. The Glee Club got lots of new Navy 
songs (all with a Southern accent). If we could all look as 
dashing as she, our registrar would have an easier job re- 
cruiting WAVES than she had recruiting students for S.T.C. 

We were pleased and surprised to be visited by Lieutenant 
Crook. Our former science instructor is now stationed in 
Washington, D. C. That glitter about him was caused by a 
brand new silver bars. It was good to see Lieutenant Crook 

"at home" in the science corridors — ■ wasn't it? 


Lieutenant Ken Martin of the Class of '43 was among re- 
cent visitors at S.T.C. His remark was: "Things at College 
are much the same despite the lack of males." Our remark 
is: "That is an entirely masculine point of view." Ken is sta- 
tioned at Truax Field, Madison, Wisconsin, doing work on 
radio and related matters. 

We were also glad to welcome Lieutenant A. H. Baer, 
Class of '34, who is now at Base Classification, Langley Field, 

Private Stan Mullineaux, who served for many years as 
State Officer, is now located in the Deshon General Hospital, 
Butler, Pennsylvania. We were pleased to have him as a 
visitor recendy. 

(What is there about our returning G.I.'s that is so fasci- 
nating? It must be that "man about camp" look!) 

Bring GFs Home 


6th War Loan 

summer. In fact, so active that some of the clubs that 
have been hibernating came out and showed themselves for 
the first time in ages. No names will be mentioned, please! 

If you hear, "I'm not going to Glee Club practice this after- 
noon," don't believe a word of it. Every member is there or 
else — or else she's escorted personally by Miss Weyforth. 
From the results shown at graduation of summer practicing, 
one can easily see that none of the members had missed one 
Monday's afternoon of vocalizing. Perhaps they did miss one, 
the afternoon that Miss Weyforth gave a delightful picnic in 
the Glen for her loyal members. 

The Natural History Group fulfilled its promise and held 
another breakfast "between the trees and the boids." As 
usual, everyone had a super time — especially the girls who 
took the science elective. They proved themselves to be quite 
competent ornithologists while leading the rest of the group 
on a bird walk before breakfast. 

The Marshalls have been doing a bit of celebrating also. 
One Wednesday afternoon they put aside their window 
sticks and attendance slips, and paraded to the shelter armed 
with ginger ale, cup cakes, peaches and a guest, Betty Muss- 
ington. The main event of the afternoon was the giving of 
awards. Betty Mussington and Mary Shipley received a TC 
pin for two years of service and Dorothy Beatty an MTC 
pin for three years of service. 

If you're planning to go to the convention which the In- 
ternational Relations Club attends every year, you had better 
be looking for notice of the next meeting. At the meeting 
of the I.R.C. this summer it was decided that anyone who 
does not attend the next meeting of the group will be unable 
to attend the convention, which will be held some place in 
Pennsylvania this fall. As you know, these conventions are 
loads of fun so be sure not to miss the next meetings. Every- 
one is invited to attend. 

The Student Christian Association has been entertaining 
again. The entire club threw a party in the dorm for the 
dorm students one night. The most distinguished of the lat- 
ter wore housecoats, while others were seen in shorts and 
abbreviated PJ's. 

The Athletic Association was really on the ball this se- 
mester. A very extensive program was not only planned but 
also carried out. We can't offer enough thanks to Mary Ellen 
Perrin, Mr. Minnegan and the rest of the A.A. Board for 
making so many activities possible. Included in the sports 
were tennis, archery, and soft ball. 

OCTOBER • 1944 


before last Christmas Eve! Ev, my girl friend, 
and I were standing on the deck of the Bay ferry, 
watching the blustering wind ruffle the water into 
white caps, which splashed the sides of the laboring 
ferry. It was quite rough sailing — windy and wet, 
with the ferry cumbersomely ploughing into one 
trough of water, then another. The sky was icy gray, 
streaked with yellow and with little black puffs of 
clouds scudding back and forth overhead. When the 
ship docked and we began to walk the country back- 
roads to the farm, flakes of snow were already begin- 
ning to drift silently down, settling on the barren 
landscape, with its gaunt bare trees and bushes — the 
empty furrowed brown fields. We'd be glad to get to 
the farm and settled in the little house, pockmarked 
with the storms and winds of the years. Just the 
housekeeper would be there when we arrived, and 
Queenie, the collie dog. They'd welcome us with light 
and warmth and food. We'd put our packages of 
supplies and Christmas gifts on the hearth, and after 
warming up a bit we'd go out into the storm again, to 
our neighbor's house, a mile away. Our first Christ- 
mas on an isolated farm! It sounded like fun — but 
how exciting it was to be we had no way of knowing. 

The Dawsons were our nearest neighbors. Mr. 
Dawson was an oiler on a Merchant Marine tanker 
and, they believed, was now on his way over-seas. 
Mrs. Dawson was running the farm alone and taking 
care of Irma and Ben, the two children. We were to 
share our Christmas with them — help them trim the 
tree and open the gifts at midnight. We had planned 
to leave for the Dawson farm about seven o'clock, 
taking the stable lantern and a flashlight with us. The 
drifts would not be too deep by then, and if the storm 
became worse, we could stay overnight. We were pre- 
paring to leave when the telephone rang. I remember 
being surprised at the time that the telephone lines 
weren't down. We waited to see who could be call- 
ing, and the white face of the housekeeper, after she 
had answered, warned us that something was wrong. 
I grabbed the telephone and said, "Yes, who is it?" 

A small scared voice came thinly over the line — a 
voice I recognized as belonging to seven-year-old Ben 
Dawson. He was half crying. 

"Mommy's so still — she won't wake up. I know 
she's awful sick, 'cause she kept her hand to her side 
and kept moaning and tellin' me to call somebody 

"All right, Ben — we'll come right away! Keep your 

mother covered up, and we'll get a doctor and get 
there as soon as we can." 

"Help us to — Hello, hello!" The line went dead. 
I turned to Ev. "Quick, Ev! Walk down to Fox's 
store and get him to take his car and drive me to 
Stevensville for Dr. James. The line's out. I'll go to 
Dawson's and see what I can do for her until the 
doctor gets there. Hurry!" 

We hurried out into the storm and the blizzard 
seemed to increase in fury. My coat and boots were 
heavy with snow and my eyelashes frozen together 
by the time we reached the other farm. Ev went on 
ahead to see about the doctor. Neither the lantern 
nor the flashlight helped much, for the wind was 
blowing handfuls of snow into the feeble light. 

Ben was watching at the window and hurried to 
open the door — tow-headed Ben, still showing a 
trace of his summer tan. But he was frightened now 
almost to the point of panic. As I stepped inside, I 
looked around quickly. Mrs. Dawson was a still, 
dark, huddled mass on the living-room couch. The 
fire in the room's pot-bellied stove had died down and 
the room was lighted by a small kerosene lamp on the 
old-fashioned roll-topped desk. The room was chill 
and dark, and groping shadows stole out from the 
corners, merging with other shdows thrown out by 
the furniture. The naked, untrimmed tree stood in a 
corner of the room, looking forlorn and dispirited. 
Scattered balls and unopened packages cluttered the 
floor around it. There were just three sounds, the 
tick of the kitchen wall-clock, the sputtering of a 
piece of green kindling in the stove, and, from a darkly 
hidden chair, the muffled sobs of a frigtened child. 

"That's Irm crying," said Ben, trying to muster up 
a last shred of courage. 

"I'll see about her later. Right now we're got to 
look after your mother. Go get some kindling wood 
from the shed and bring it in here. Don't get it wet." 

Mrs. Dawson was not asleep, but was almost un- 
conscious with pain. It looked like appendicitis to 
me. I had Ben pump some water from the kitchen 
sink and applied towels to Mrs. Dawson's hot fore- 
head. The house was beginning to warm up, but I 
was plenty worried. What if Ev had been lost in the 
storm? The drifts were almost up to the windows by 
now and snow was pelting down harder every minute. 
Could the doctor get through to us? I tried to put 
such things out of my mind, but there wasn't much I 
could do, and I had more than enough time to think — 
with that white wall of silence cutting us off from 


everything but God. "God!" I began to pray as hard 
as I'd ever done before. No. I didn't get down on my 
knees, but I prayed silently. "Please God, hear me 
now! Don't let Mrs. Dawson get any worse! Make 
the doctor hurry! Please, God!" 

I think some tiny hope in miracles kept us going as 
the minutes ticked around the kitchen clock. The 
children were getting restless — Irm was beginning to 
whimper again. I wasn't able to do much for Mrs. 
Dawson, so I turned to the children. 

"How about trimming the tree? Your mother 
would like to see it all finished before the doctor gets 
here, I'm sure." 

They agreed and the tree began to bloom like a 
flower, first with balls, then tinsel. The kerosene 
lamp shone on it and it sparkled into a haloed triangle. 
The children quieted down, became interested in 
their fascinating work Mrs. Dawson rallied a bit. I 
bent low over her, and she murmured in semi-delirium 
asking if we could sing Christmas carols. We began 
with "Silent Night, Holy Night." The children's 
sweet young faces and voices seemed to give deeper 
meaning to the comforting message, and to lend some 
sort of calm to the harassing situation. Mrs. Dawson 
at last fell into a troubled doze. The doctor came 
about an hour later, took one look at the patient, and 
decided that he must operate immediately — one of 
the many kitchen-table emergencies the country phy- 
sician must face. 

Ben and Irma were becoming frightened again, so 
while Ev helped Dr. James, I put them to bed, with 
promises that Santa Claus would surely visit them be- 
fore morning. Poor tykes, they were exhausted, and 
fell asleep immediately. One of the hardest things I 
had to do was resist the temptation of crawling into 
bed myself. But I dragged downstairs to help as much 
as I could. Ev was holding a flashlight for the doctor, 
for the glow from the kerosene lamp was too feeble 
for the delicate operation. It was like a bad night- 
mare — so vivid and grotesque, and seemingly so long, 
although over so quickly. When Mrs. Dawson was in 
bed and the red swabs and gauze cleaned from the 
floor and table, Dr. James left us with careful direc- 
tions, saying he would come early next morning. 

All night, Ev and I took turns watching Mrs. Daw- 
son. Though tired, we were relieved and happy in 
the knowledge that it would not be too sad a Christ- 
mas, after all. 

By morning, Mrs. Dawson was completely out of 
danger. The doctor brought her more good news in a 
letter he had picked up at the general store, giving her 
word of Mr. Dawson's safe arrival overseas. 

As Ben and Irma put it, when they opened their 
gifts, "Gosh, we're pretty lucky after all. Santa took 
care of just everything!" 

"Yes, he did," I assured them. "And don't forget 
that God helped us all, and that He will always help 
us all!" 

Eileen Lynch 


Guild have rolled up their sleeves and gotten to 
work. A committee is cleaning out the costume room 
(which most of us didn't know existed) in the Ad 
Building. Now don't think they're not doing any- 
thing in the line of drama. The members are planning 
a program to be at a Christmas assembly. They also 
have visions of presenting a play in the spring. 

Having the twenty some Goucher girls on the 
campus with us has brought about a feeling of, "Gee, 
you're nice, I want to get to know you better." The 
Hockey game held Wednesday, November 15th helped 
our girls to really get acquainted with some of the 
Goucher girls. After the game the Athletic Associa- 
tion provided cider and doughnuts for the players. 
By the way, the score was one to one. 

The Natural History Group wasn't satisfied with 
furnishing those deligtful breakfasts which we en- 
joyed so much in the Glen. The members gave a 
supper with Mother Nature as hostess one evening 
and talk about fun! And the food? Delicious! 

Although the orchestra hasn't made an official ap- 
pearance since the Clubs Assembly last month, it has 
been functioning, and very well too. The member- 
ship has increased just about double. One little 
blonde senior has even taken to playing the trumpet. 
If you just can't wait for the orchestra to make a 
public appearance stop outside the auditorium some 
Friday morning between eight and nine and you'll 
hear some music "what sends you." 

Mrs. Cuthbertson, secretary of the Middle Atlantic 
region of the Student Christian Movement, visited 
the campus this month to talk with and advise the 
officers and members of the S.C.A. Mrs. Cuthbert- 
son gave some very helpful suggestions to the Student 
Christian Association for spreading its membership to 
the day students of this college. To start this move- 
ment the S.C.A. presented a chapel assembly. 

Qui /lfip>(Unime*U& 

tember, 1941 — that we entered S.T.C. For some of us, 
the time passed quickly. In February, 1944, we could hardly 
believe that we were the seniors who, in seven months, were 
to slip from under the responsibility of the state and slip into 
our own responsibilities arising in our own classes. Now we 
are on the other side of the desk. Because there were so few 
of us, we were pretty close to each other, but now the vast 
systems of Baltimore City and Maryland counties will sepa- 
rate us physically — even though we will wonder how the 
others are getting on. 

There seems to be a concentration of new teachers in 
southern Baltimore. Curtis Bay boasts a fair percentage of 
'45 (alias '44). Rose Silverberg has a 5A (and is she happy; 
she did her practice teaching in the same grade); Judy 
Flower has a fourth; Vera Schunke delves into second-grade 
material; and Margaret Dryden is trodding a brand new 
path in her first grade. Brooklyn added Cecelia Hoffman and 
Shirley Adams in six and 3B respectively, to its faculty. Louise 
Davis, also with a third grade, "commutes" to Brooklyn, but 
in a different school. Number 84 — the former practice 
center — claimed three girls. Alice Ziefle in a combination 
3A-4B ("but what a room I have — no closets!"), Dorothy 
Beatty in a 3B 1 (she likes the 1 after the grade), and Edith 
Weaver in the second ("I wish my desks were movable!"). All 
three have done one term of their student teaching, in the 
school, and Alice has her third-graders in her fourth now. 
Katherine Millman is in Number 4 — combination 1B1A — "all 
that seat work", moans Millman. Dorothy Mayers has a 6B 
in School 92 — with all the fifth and sixth grade science. 
Poor Mayers — no music at all. 

West Baltimore schools "profit by our experience," too. 
Kitty Cragg at School 68 in Catonsville, has a combination 
5B-5A. It's just around the corner, and she knows many of 
the people there. Edna Mae O'Keefe teaches a second grade 
in Irvington — not far from her home, either. Naecarma 
Collector rides to Ten Hills every day for her combination 
3A-4B. In a slighdy different direction, Doris Lample puts 
pictures on her numerous bulletin boards for second graders 
in School 34. 

East Baltimore has been slighted a little in number but 
not in quality. Irma Di Marcantonio has the fourth grade 
in Highlandtown — just a short walk to school — nice, isn't 
it? Marguerite Ruppertsberger was scheduled for the fifth 
grade in the same school, but Henry comes first, so she's in 
Florida. To the north, Dorothy Cox is situated in Number 
99 — fifth grade. How long will it be before you are another 
practice teacher there, Cox? 


Because of junior and senior teaching, there is a dearth 
of news about permanent positions for the county girls. The 
majority follows in November. Our only two are Mary Shep- 
ley, who has a combination third and fourth grade in Gcr- 
mantown, Montgomery County (will your model be the 
campus school, Mary?), and Alice Lee Jones. Alice Lee is in 
Brooklyn Park ("I wish I knew what grade I have"). Guess 
she knows by this time. 

So now we're on our own — Good Luck to us all ! 

Strictly Feminine — {Continued from page 5) 

Have you noticed Alice Gartrell's shoes? They have "Duke 
2" written all over them. 

Annie Naegele plays the field — but definitely? Flash! The 
Navy's top man at the moment. Anchors Aweigh. 

Jean Warfield's interest lies in South Carolina in the form 
of a certain "Harry." When do we see a ring? 

Doris Hale's interest lies in the farm, but the Navy seems 
to be holding it's own. 

Ellen Carroll, personality plus, likes letters from Cumber- 
land. Do you ever write him some of your clever poetry? 

Well, Well! Another man-hater is Dot Long! What have 
the men been up to? 

Playing the field seems to be Ruth Jane Poff's preference, 
too. When are you going to settle down ? 

Pretty Audrey Crawford should put down her books and 
concentrate on the boy next door. How about it? 

Cute Eleanor Van Dyke made quite a hit with a dashing 
soldier at the prom. 

We hear Severna Park holds an attraction for Leah Koutch. 
Wonder what he looks like. 

Ruth de Hoff has been seeing star dust with a boy from 

Angela Grochowski and Helen Pennock are two very sweet 
girls who keep their personal life really personal, as do Mar- 
garet Hennlein and Dorothea Chenworth. Sorry, no info. 

A certain soldier certainly finds scatter-brain Betty Brooks 
very attractive. Could be love. 

We've noticed June Stevens and Connie Gruhn taking at- 
tractive-looking letters out of their mailbox. .Does anyone 
know who they're from? 

Ruby Kemp certainly spends a lot of time in front of the 
mirror. Which one is she getting ready for? 

A perfect word to describe Mary Hartman is gadabout. 
Where does she find the men? 

Little Louise Koch has one fear in life — that is getting fat. 
Pardon us while we laugh. (Continued on page 8) 



Glimpses in Retrospect 

that first second-fare ride from Dunkirk — made my 
way up the hill to the structure I soon called (with everyone 
else) the Ad Building. 

Yesterday? Well, nearly so ... At least it seems so . . . 
Sounds crazy, calling 1942 yesterday when so much has hap- 
pened since and I've advanced from lowly freshman to lofty 
senior. No, not really . . . Believe me, not really . . . You 
know . . . You've experienced that . . . here seemingly no 
time at all but nearly through four college years. If you 
haven't experienced it, you will. These years will go all too 

Yesterday . . . that first class with Dr. Lynch . . . Science 
. . . What would it be like? What would it do for me and 
... to me? Someone came into the room to talk to the in- 
structor. I had time to look around. Stuffed owls in the 
case ... an evolution chart on the wall ... a snake skin . . . 
embryos preserved in formaldehyde . . . and the sign up high 
on the wall — "Nothing is constant but change" . . . Sounds 
paradoxical. No — change is the only constant; everything 
else changes . . . Getting involved. The most revolutionizing 
of classes — the one with Dr. Lynch . . . Makes you think . . . 
really think . . . challenges you . . . your attitude changes . . . 
I know what it is — for the first time. You're really beginning 
to understand and even to USE the scientific approach . . . 
take nothing for granted . . . experiment . . . prove . . . The 
Scientific Approach. 

Yesterday ... a freshman . . . really green . . . College was 
so new ... no homeroom classes . . . Free times on your 
schedule . . . use it as you please ... in the library usually 
... or under the trees on the campus . . . maybe even in the 
Glen . . . Picnics in the Glen . . . lunch there sometimes . . . 
So different from high school. 

Men in the College . . . faculty members . . . seniors . . . 
juniors . . . new. That one there . . . Who's he, a senior? 
Must be ... so young . . . even walks like a senior . . . the 
only senior with a green bagslung over his shoulder . . . 
wonder why? Walks like a senior . . . more reserved than 
most, though . . . Who is he, I wonder? . . . beautiful voice 
. . . nice smile . . . quite dignified — more so than most 
seniors ... A faculty member? Him? Good heavens! What's 
his name? Millar? How do you spell it? MILLAR . . . 
there's a Miller here, too; both teach English . . . both swell 
. . . Millar from Harvard . . . jolly. A faculty member! . . . 
Looks like a senior. 

Yesterday . . . my first Girl's Demonstration Night . . . 
OCTOBER • 1944 

more fun with the class stunt ... all faces were funny . . . 
seniors were the best . . . always are . . . Dances and games 
. . . games were most exciting . . . Newcomb . . . that slam 
stunt of mine . . . helped win our game . . . other side used 
it, too . . . almost lost because of it . . . Juniors won that 
night . . . Mr. Crook's class . . . Felt awfully disappointed 
because we came in last . . . freshmen usually do . . . dances 
count most . . . we're not so good at them . . . give us time 
. . . We'll win before we leave . . . (did, too). Sang Alma 
Mater in conclusion . . . wonderful song . . . brings tears to 
my eyes . . . makes me really proud . . . makes me want to 
shout . . . means Teachers College to me . . . my song . . . 
my Alma Mater . . . wonderful song. 

Yesterday ... a sophomore . . . established now . . . been 
here a whole year . . . know all the faculty members ... by 
names at least . . . have for a long time . . . Things changed 
that year . . . most of the men students gone . . . graduated 
. . . armed services . . . Lots still here, though . . . not for 
long . . . This is war . . . Lot changed that year . . . elected 
to Student Government Board . . . Remember that induction 
service? . . . just a freshman then, but quite impressed . . . 
Henry Astrin coming into office . . . impressive service . . . 
job . . . You'd like to be there someday, wouldn't you? . . . 
"Hitch your wagon to a star." 

Got a new gym that year . . . saw it grow from first plank 
up . . . took a long time . . . not really long ... we were just 
impatient . . . finally completed . . . Remember dedication 
assembly? Such hilarity . . . Dr. Walther in farmer cos- 
tume . . . Miss Weyforth a riot . . . Warren Wendler was 
best . . . Superman . . . stole the show 

Momentous event that year . . . new faculty member . . . 
Who is he? What's he like? ... on our schedule — Golly! 
. . . American History . . . had it in high school . . . 
Wouldn't like it with him . . . new faculty member ... I 
ate my words . . . class is solid . . . History really lives . . . 
teaches so humanly . . . instructor super . . . not what he 
says it's how he says it . . . became the joy of the campus . . . 
student's pet ... H. is for Harrison . . . fellows named him 
Curly Bill . . . versatile as anything . . . Irish wife . . . better 
9/10th . . . better l/10th . . . "I'm just nothing at all" . . . 
Could write volumes . . . don't have to — others already 
have . . . suffice it to say, College wouldn't be the same 
without him . . . Great Guy. 

Yesterday ... a junior . . . took a long time . . . were 
freshmen 3 semesters, sophomores 3 semesters . . . finally 
became juniors — Junior 6. This was the year ... all men 
gone ... all but one — a freshman . . . that's all right . . . 
Took an individual advisor this year . . . quite a time de- 


ciding. Came in contact with one of S.T.C.'s most dynamic 
and charming personalities . . . might not seem so — get 
her in class . . . you'll see then . . . Education classes are 
really educational ... do all sorts of things . . . invaluable in 
student teaching . . . invaluable period! "Maine in summer, 
Maryland in winter . . . marvelous combination" . . . loads 
of fun . . . keeps you on your toes . . . values student opin- 
ion . . . none of this says it, not really . . . she's more than 
that . . . much more . . . find out for yourself . . . you 
won't be sorry! 

Student teaching . . . what a year . . . tremendous expe- 
rience . . . swell 6th grade . . . wonderful class . . . tremend- 
ous responsibility . . . College is a cinch . . . College is a 
vacation . . . this is so different . . . but this is what you've 
studied for ... a real chance to apply theory . . . keeps you 
stepping . . . but you like it . . . you really do . . . It's hard, 
but anything worthwhile always is . . . being hard helps make 
it valuable . . . You're glad to come back, but you don't 
want to leave . . . You taught for nine weeks ... a teacher 
after so long . . . Well! 

Today . . . today a senior . . . not yesterday . . . today 
. . . Your last year's half over . . . College is nearly gone . . . 
where'd it go? ... where are those years? . . . only mem- 
ories . . . There's something tangible — you reached that 
star . . . wagon and all . . . But that's going, too . . . 
nearly gone . . . What have you got after 4 years — nearly? 
Plenty . . . you're different . . . not the same kid who came 
in . . . you've grown up . . . you're not a kid . . . you've 
matured . . . you even look different . . . more grown up , . . 
You look as if you've been to college ... it shows . . . you 
can see it . . . You think differently, too . . . You analyze 
. . . you challenge . . . you don't accept blindly . . . you 
help others not to, too . . . You're a part of the world . . . 
the universe . . . You've a place in it . . . You don't think 
you're so wise . . . that'll come, though . . . You're wiesr 
than when you came . . . but that's maturity ... a part of 
it . . . Yes, you're different ... I like you this way . . . 
much nicer than when you came . . . Everyone ought to go 
to college . . . They can't afford NOT to go . . . What they're 
missing . . . You ARE different . . . But you'll be learning 
. . . No, don't talk about it — I'm not ready — not yet . . . 
I will be, maybe, but not yet . . . How horrible to graduate 
... to leave here . . . leave everyone and everybody . . . 
But you'll be teaching . . . that's what you want, isn't it? 
Be practical! . . . Sounds good, but I'm not ready . . . hang 
on to those 18 weeks . . . make them count . . . they're 
your last . . . 

Those years were fun . . . wonderful fun . . . reminiscing 
has been fun . . . you'll do lots of that, I'll bet . . . that's 
good . . . Don't forget teachers . . . How can you? . . . 
It's helped to make you . . . it's part of you . . . and you've 
left your imprint ... I know some lines that say what you're 
trying to say . . . better than you're saying it . . . You'll 
have to change one word . . . Riley won't mind, will he? 
Not as pretty with the word changed, but it says it . . . 
better than you can . . . from Riley's Parting Guest . . . 

"Lingeringly I turn away, this late hour, yet 
glad enough 
You have not withheld from me 

Your high hospitality. 
So, with face lit with delight 
And all gratitude, I stay 
Yet to press your hands and say — 
Thanks. — So fine a time! Good night." 

That says it. 

— E. Spaeth. 

Strictly Feminine — (Continued from page 6) 

Here's an interesting item: Doris Burton and Betsy Fuller 
met for the first time two years ago and didn't see each other 
again until the first day of school. Small world, isn't it? 

Who was that good-looking boy with the good-looking 
car who brought Elizabeth Schisler back to school one day? 

Campus Chatter— (Continued from page 2) 

occasion for the Glee Club, as it celebrated its autumn 
festival in the Glen. Eighty hungry mouths enjoyed the de- 
licious Picnic Supper of hot dogs, rolls, potato chips, pickles, 
tomatoes, apples and hot cocoa. The early evening air was a 
great stimulus to our food-starved systems, and when happily 
satisfied, we lustily sang forth the old-time songs. Guessing 
songs, the musical treat given by the three boys and, best of 
all, songs of the WAVES rendered by our own Dr. Tansil, 
were among the splendid items on the program. As the Tower 
Clock struck six, the light strains of Alma Mater brought an 
end to this gay evening of song, food, and laughter. It seems 
a long time to wait until next fall for another such picnic. 


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Volume XVIII, No. 11 

November, 1944 

even after V-E (Victory in Europe) Day. Many of us 
will be tempted to slack, just a little, in our efforts "to beat 
the enemy" but we should realize, above all else, that a half- 
won battle needs twice the effort in order to insure a decisive 
victory. Our boys on the battle fronts could tell you which 
half of the struggle requires more exertion of power. 

NOVEMBER ■ 1944 

Our nation is about to start a 6th War Loan Drive and 
every loyal citizen should assume as much of the responsi- 
bility of this drive as he is able. It's not easy to part with 
$18.75 when you're sure you haven't that much money, but 
isn't it better to do without that new dress, or shoes, or hat, 
or purse when you know that every bond brings our boys 
closer to home? Don't nod your heads affirmatively if you 
don't mean it. This is one time when spiritual support must 
be enforced with financial backing. Either you DON'T want 
a short war or you DO buy a bond or, at the least, a sizeable 
sum of stamps. No purchase in the sale is too small — every 
single 10-cent stamp counts — but make sure that the small 
purchase is the largest you can afford. 

We just can't say we want the war over and our boys 
home — we've got to pay their fare home. 

Buy That Bond Today! 

Support Your 

6th War Loan Drive 

the month of War Activities and this is the opportune 
time to announce the Red Cross Blood Bank Drive. Everyone 
who is physically able should participate in this drive. If you 
can't give blood why not send a substitute? No one has to 
be convinced that the Red Cross is doing a magnificent job 
on our battle fronts with plasma. What we do need to be re- 
minded of is that unless every able person gives a pint of 
blood, there will be a severe shortage of plasma and some 
G.I. Joe may lose his life if he doesn't receive a transfusion 
on time. 

The Mobile Unit of the blood donor project will again set 
up a center in the First Methodist Church in Towson on 
November 21 from 1 p. m. to 4 p. m., and on November 22 
from 1 p. m. to 7 p. m. 

It is necessary for all persons under the age of 21 to have a 
blank signed by either one of their parents before they can 
be blood donors. Those blanks will be available in the Maine 

Don't minimize the importance of these "little" war ac- 
tivities that we civilians participate in — every little bit helps 
to make one big united effort. 

GamfMi Chattel 

season with a small but wholly admirable exhibition of 
modern French paintings, and a large, and on the whole, 
interesting exhibition of "Glass Through the Ages." 

The sixteen pictures, to which a delightful Degas bronze 
figure of a little ballet girl has been added, make up a really 
excellent anthology of late nineteenth and twentieth century 
painting in France; perhaps the nearest thing we have to a 
living "great tradition" in any of the contemporary arts. 

The glass ranges all the way from Phoenician amulets and 
Greco-Roman perfume botdes to big modern vases orna- 
mented with Matisse figures and abstraction in sand-blasted 
decorations by Joseph Albers. Here is an unusual exhibition 
and an instructive one. 


has been graced with many varieties. Several of us were 
thrilled by Diana Barrymore's portrayal in "Rebecca," that 
mysterious and alluring production of the last decade. "To- 
morrow the World" attracted our student body, and espe- 
cially good was the ever-delightful "Life with Father," played 
by a new company this year. "Tangled Web," a melodrama 
by Channing Pollock, staged by the author, was produced 
simply to provide an evening's entertainment, based as it was, 
on a magazine story, "The Professor's Alibi." The drama- 
tization of John P. Marquand's book, "The Late George 
Apley," and John Hershey's "A Bell for Adono" brought 
down the house. Baltimore is fortunate to have these fine 
plays visit Ford's. 

have as a speaker in assembly an important British 
visitor, brought here through the British Information Service. 
Miss Elizabeth Margaret Monkhouse, who came to Amer- 
ica as the guest of the Workers Education Bureau, is at the 
present the organizing tutor to the Workers' Education As- 
sociation in North Scodand, and in 1941 she became full- 
time tutor for the Workers' Educational Association in the 
Eastern Division, working in Norfolk. The youngest child 
of Allan Noble Monkhouse, novelist, playwright and literary 
editor of the Manchester Guardian, she delivered a very in- 
formational and inspirational talk on the Educational Out- 
look in Britain. Perhaps we'll have another such distinguished 
visitor before long. 

to a school club? After the various presentations in the 
Club Assembly, surely you've joined one of the many, and 

enrolled in the cause. The revived Dramatic Club, under the 
able leadership of Mrs. Stapleton, should set our school afire 
with its talented flares. And imagine having a swing band 
here on our own premises again, raising our low spirits! 
Don't fail to support the old and new activities in the Col- 
lege. They are all for you! 

Men's Corner 

{Editor's Note — After several unsuccessful attempts 
to get "our men" to elucidate about their Men's Club, 
ive attained at least partial achievement in getting the 
"case history" of two of the members — or should I 
say officers?) 

DON HAMMERMAN came to Baltimore a few years ago 
from New England. On graduating from City College a year 
and one-half ago, he became a member of the Forestry De- 
partment, Scout Counselor at Linstead, and a member of 
the U. S. Army. Don likes best to talk about his Boy Scout 
Troop, the beautiful blonde date he had Sunday, and his last 
hunting or fishing trek, especially the one in Canada. He 
enjoys good music and his idol is Coach Minnegan. "Daniel 
Boone's" ambition is directed toward being a high school 
athletic instructor. 

MERRILL COHEN, youngest member of the Men's Club, 
came to S.T.C. after graduating from Baltimore City Col- 
lege. There he shared the enthusiasm which the victorious 
football yielded. Here, he is continuing in his musical success 
for which he received due recompense at high school. As 
a clarinet and saxophone player, he is unsurpassed and will be 
heard at the coming spring dance as a member of a popular 
orchestra. All his spare time is whiled away in zoology lab. 
Until Uncle Sam's waiting list adds this rootin' tootin' jive 
king, his lustful sense of humor will resound through 
S.T.C.'s annals. 

See Your Name In Print 


( S AD vertisement) 




loss that we record the deaths of Lieut. John P. Hackman 
and Maj. Robert B. Norris. 

Lieutenant Hackman was killed on October 22 when the 
Liberator bomber on which he was co-pilot, crashed during 
a take-off at Davis Monthan Field, Arizona. Lieutenant 
Hackman was a graduate of Sparrows Point High School 
and a member of the Class of '45 at this College. In February, 
1942, he signed up for air cadet training, and in July, 1944, 
he was commissioned as a pilot. 

Major Norris, of the Class of '34, was killed in action on 
August 19. The War Department telegram stated that he 
met his death somewhere in France. 

The memory of these two men will live on at S.T.C. in 
the minds and hearts of those who knew them. 


Ensign Narciss Hutton, U.S.N.R., of the Class of '45, is 
now serving as a communications officer on a ship somewhere 
in the Pacific area. 

Ensign Carlisle Refo, U.S.N .R., a member of the Class of 
'43. has also been made ship's communications officer. 

On duty in the South Pacific, Ensign Maynard Webster, 
Class of '43, is seeing quite a bit of action. He is serving 
aboard an LCT. We'll expect him to be able to give his 
geography classes first hand information on New Guinea. 

The Greatest Profession 

gest, an article condensed from The Bismarck^ (N. D.) 
Tribune, sounds a new note in praise of the teaching pro- 

Referring to the teaching profession as "The Greatest Pro- 
fession," this article describes the decline of prestige through- 
out the years. At one time in the history of our country, the 
most respected citizen of the community was the school- 
master. When the quest for money overcame the quest for 
knowledge, the profession suffered. Then came the years 
when jobs were scarce and teachers plentiful. Result — a pro- 
fession grossly underpaid. 

In recent years, some improvement has been made but 
much remains undone. The teaching profession must be 
rescued not only from "civilians who presume to impress 
their ideas on a learned profession," but from those, as well, 
who have "grown up within the ranks of teachers and have 
contributed to their decline." A great many wrongs must 
be righted. 

"Teachers who honor their profession by giving it the very 
best they have are following closely in the footsteps of the 
Greatest of All Teachers, who gave the world both divine 
inspiration and a new way of life nearly 2,000 years ago." 

We, who are preparing to enter this "Greatest Profession" 
should realize the important part we must play in restoring 
our profession to its former heights. Resolve to do your ut- 
most, even though your contribution be small, to raise the 
status of teachers. Teach your class — yes — but through 
them, their parents and the community. It can be done and 
must be done if the America of the future, as an America 
better educated, and more appreciative, is to be considered. 
In your hands rests the future of your chosen profession. 
The outcome — remains to be seen. 


We were recently visited by Lieut, (j.g.) Aaron B. Seidler, 
U.S.N.R., Class of '42. He has just completed his training in 
multiple engine school at Adanta, Georgia, and has been 
assigned to duty at Pearl Harbor, where he will fly for the 
Naval Air Transport Service 

During a three-day delay, prior to leaving the country, 
Pvt. Robert S. Bishop, '43, visited us. Bob is with the A.T.C. 
He says, "Sure would like to have some of the faculty to help 
entertain the transients as they come through." Could it be 
that Bob is referring to our own Happy Hartley (or maybe 
Waving Weyforth)? 
NOVEMBER • 1944 

G. I. Visitors— (Continued) 

Lieut. Rebecca Tansil, U.S.N.R., visited the College be- 
fore going to Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania, where she will 
act as liaison officer in charge of placement and supervision 
of new personnel. She is always a welcome visitor. 

What recent visitor to the College could be the author 
of an opus bearing the title, "I Fly by Night," or "Journey 
into Darkness"? Most men try one branch of the service at 
a time, but Ensign Ned Logan, U.S.N.R., Class of '43, tried 
to use Air Corps tactics aboard a batdewagon. Take it from 
him — it doesn't work. At least, he bears scars of his two- 
story flight which began with a take-off from an open hatch. 

^Ue Qltailen^e 

that plaintive wail: "What's become of all those 
things that used to make the life of a struggling co-ed worth 
living?" Well, many of the humble items you miss in store 
shelves these days have marched off to war. But that isn't 
news to any of us who have asked for tissues, powder puff 
boxes, Crepe Paper (apologies to Mrs. Brewster), mirrors, 
paper cups, waterproof fabrics, and hundreds of other small 
items that make life beautiful. 

Many of these items have gone to war unchanged in gen- 
eral appearance and they're fighting on all fronts — lend an 
ear as to how: Julietta K. Arthur of Rotarian Magazine has 
made a study of these essential items and the part they're 
playing in the war. 

Steel Springs — The bedsprings you can't buy today are in 
bunks near the bottom of the sea. So when the bed you 
bounce into doesn't really bounce, remember that subma- 
rine crews must have real relaxation when they rest. 
Pipe Cleaners — Dad's pipe smells twice as fragrant (?) as 
ever before but if you think that's a problem, how about 
the problem facing General Motors' Diesel engine divi- 
sion — that is, until someone tried pipe cleaners. Now 
thousands of them are doing a wartime job. 
Powder-Puff Boxes — The crystal clarity which gave these 
cases glamour before the war, now cuts down the num- 
ber of ammunition duds; an improperly filled case may 
be spotted at once. The U. S. Marine Corps uses them, 
too — to keep nuts and bolts clean, dry and visible. 

Face Tissues — Cleansing tissues work better than a roller 
or a blotter smoothing wet decals on airplane instrument 
panels. An employee at Lockheed Aircraft thought up 
the idea. 

Crepe Paper — Used in peace to wrap Christmas packages. 
It's now doing military camouflage. This valuable item 
is being woven into patterns through meshes of textile or 
wire. The result: a sheet resistant to water, fire, mold or 
mildew. (Mrs. Brouwer, please note — crepe paper is 
good for something, isn't it? ? ? ?) 

Mirrors ■ — Girls, those handy little mirrors that your new 
purse is likely to lack, are being used by lost soldiers, ship- 
wrecked sailors, and downed airmen. A special type of 
signal mirror, which has a full mirror on the face, a 
round one on the back, and a sighting cross at the center, 
instantly supplies range data when aimed between sun 
and target. Millions of other mirrors are keeping our 
service women and men well groomed; and still others 
are used in training, to show would-be Commandos and 


ordinary soldiers how to coordinate movements and im- 
prove techniques. 

Waterproof Fabric — That flexible coating made from lime- 
stone, coke, and salt, which used to waterproof curtains, 
raincoats, and junior's pants is now saving fruit groves 
from red scale pests. Tents impregnated with it now 
cover trees while an insect-killing gas balloons up inside. 
There's the story of a few of those items that have gone 

to war. Grin and bear it, gang; they're doing their job — 

How about you? 


"In shaping its policy through the years, the college has 
kept in mind that education for women must render a dual 
service. It must fit them, not only for their obvious function 
in securing and insuring the firmness, wholesomeness, sta- 
bility, and moral integrity of family life; but it must pre- 
pare them also to be capable economic partners in saving and 
earning." — President Wood, Stephens College. 

"Never was there a greater need for an education which 
looks forward to a world we hope to make and can make. 
The sordid world we are now in may drag us down. We 
can improve the present only if we have a vision of greater 
things to come." — Dean Messenger, University of Idaho. 

In Eureka College, students take one course at a time. 
Under this plan a shorter, more concentrated study is made 
of one subject. This shorter period makes it possible for at 
least four subjects to be taught each term. The result at the 
end of the year would be a more thorough knowledge of 
these subjects. 

A proposal from American educators for the training of 
fifteen hundred student specialists from the occupied lands 
of Europe and Asia, has been placed before the State Depart- 
ment because of the devastation of the cultural centers in 
the war-torn nations. They urge immediate action to prepare 
men and women to carry on the scientific, technical, and eco- 
nomic life of the Axis-dominated countries as soon as they 
are freed. 

The development of the Municipal Universities during the 
last decade has been astonishing. Some of them have cam- 
puses which the best provided American university might 
well envy. However, only one of them has dormitories. 
Nearly all are provided with lounging rooms, some have 
theaters for plays, dances and addresses. The students in most 
of these universities are day scholars. 


BbUctlif fyemUUH& 

Soph. 5 — 

It must be true love when a Southern doctor sends a girl 
red rose buds for her birthday. How about it, Town- 
shend ? 

Wonder how Crump got her new nickname — "Wings"? 

Where did Hurley get that Marine pin? I thought Bill 
was in the Navy. 

It hardly seems possible that personally delivered ice 
cream cones come all the way from France. Towson's much 
closer, isnt it, Arelyn? 

At the present time the Navy seems to have the inside 
track to Spurrier's heart, but the fireworks will begin when 
the Air Corps gets home this Christmas with a brand new 
pair of wings. 

Maddy Jackson finally made up her mind this summer ■ — 
"the Best"! 

Soph. 2 — 

Why do Brach's week-end visits to Eastern Shore to see 
her female cousin result in those dreamy-eyed expressions 
Monday morning? 

$64 Question — Carmen Lavara is wearing a diamond but 
she doesn't know if it's an engagement ring or not. If she 
doesn't know, who does? 

Jeanne Sowter — How's the British "N-i-vy" these days? 

Ginny Hurry sure knows her stuff when it comes to jitter- 

Urey's the charming petite Miss who seems to know all 
the answers. She and "Smyrkie" make a constant two-some. 

Jean Harbaugh, aspirant to opera, is making a beginning 
by singing in the tub. You know, "soap-opera." 

Miss Weyforth thinks that "Hokey" has a flair for con- 
ducting. "Hokey's" energy knows no limits so she should 
do O. K. 

"Where is Miss Serio today?" 

The Jenny Lind of Soph. 2 — Coryne Harmison. 

And of our dormitory hidden talents tending towards 
charm and beauty — 

Mullens will cut it for you. 

Lehman will set it. 

With old clothes, Harper redesigns 'em. 

Causing endless numbers of strained necks and popped 
eyes, Yokel's luscious marine lands. And that situation seems 
to be well in hand. Darn! We were looking for something 
just like that handsome specimen ourselves. 
NOVEMBER • 1944 

Poet's Corner 

ONLY THEN . . . 

If I possessed the heav'nly power 
To make a bush burst into flower 
In the midst of winter time 
In a cold and barren clime; 

Had I the power to tear a star 

From out the sky where God hath placed it, 

And in some way its beauty mar 

So its light would e'er be wasted; 

If, to the rainbow God hath made, 
I could add a newer shade 
Of color, more unique and rare 
Than any tint already there; 

Were I strong enough to change the flower, 
The star, and e'en the rainbow's hue, 
Only then would I have the power 
To make myself stop loving you. 

— Peggy Johnston. 


Some bestowed with talents are, 
Yet never deign to use them. 

While others share the mite they have, 
With efforts to suffuse them. 

Yes, these two types, alas, exist, 
(And pray, do not confuse them.) 

Condemn the neither of the two — 
The Tower Light could use them! 


Edda Torr. 


ship of Betty Seitz, was held to introduce the clubs to 
the new freshmen and to let the upper classmen know that 
several have been revised and a new one formed. The as- 
sembly was super. To start the program, the Glee Club, with 
its newly added bass section and its greatly increased mem- 
bership, offered several selections. As usual, they couldn't 
have been better. 

The president of the Men's Club introduced the other 
officers (vice-president, secretary, treasurer) and the three 
members — which, by the way, adds up to seven, and I 
thought we were only blessed with four men. It's all too deep 
for me — a problem for Mr. Moser. 

Members of the Association for Childhood Education dis- 
tributed pamphlets introducing the officers and explaining the 
purpose of the A.C.E. 

Did you hear the good news about the Little Theater 
Group? While the club members were putting on a little 
skit for us, Maxwell Andersen and Eugene O'Neill arrived. 
They really found the talent, too — Kay Koenig has a flare 
for acting the part of the modern Romeo; Betty Dunn makes 
the perfect costumer. Well, everyone was so good Andersen 
and O'Neill couldn't decide which one they'd use in their 
next plays — so they didn't. 

The Natural History Group informs us that Nature Has 
Glamour. Since we're all very much interested in Glamour, 
don't be surprised, NHG, if the whole school turns out for 
your next hike. Who knows? We may learn something! 

Which is the club that helps us send our letters to the ones 
by selling postage stamps? Which is the club that feeds our 
tummies by having a candy room in the dorm ? Which is the 
club that feeds our minds by having Vespers and Chapel? 
The Student Christian Association, of course. 

The upper classmen know and the freshmen will know 
soon how much fun the conventions of the I.R.C. are. There 
is one coming up soon — to be held in Pennsylvania. All 
members of the I.R.C. are invited to attend. 

The Art Club extended an invitation to all the students to 
come and make Christmas gifts. The club meets on Wed- 
nesday and Thursday afternoons. 

Our Men's Club, the Swing Orchestra, really made a hit 
with the student body, and no wonder. Everyone wants to 
hear more of that "Sunny Side of the Street" music — a 
whole lot more. How about it? ? ? 

Our War With Japan 

in the war, both on the fighting and the home fronts. 
It points out tremendous war effort definitely in the direc- 
tion of the Pacific. During the first five war loans Americans 
were primarily thinking in terms of beating Hitler. 

Now our Government asks us for a loan of 14 billion more 
dollars, of which five billion dollars must come from indi- 
viduals. Why? Haven't we nearly finished off our so-called 
Number 1 Enemy? Can Japan hold up our powerful war 
machine very long? Your son, brother and friend in his 
Pacific foxhole wouldn't raise such questions because they 
are up against realities, not day dreams. They kill or are 
killed. They pray every waking moment for a sky-darkening 
cover of friendly planes. They thank America for giving 
them the finest medical care in the world when their rendez- 
vous with destiny in a Pacific jungle is at hand. They know 
that the war with the Japs is just beginning. 

Here are some other Pacific realities so that you will under- 
stand why there must be a SIXTH WAR LOAN and 
why it is absolutely necessary that it be a complete success: 

The Allied Military Command has estimated that it will 
take years, not months, to lick Japan. 

Japan's present army numbers about 4,000,000, with 
2,000,000 more men available and fit for military service who 
haven't been called up to date. Another 1,500,000 between 
the ages of 17 and 20, are not yet subject to the draft. 

The Jap air force is growing. 

In addition to millions of native workers, Japan has a 
potential slave force of 400,000,000 conquered people. Fifty 
percent of Japan's labor force is made up of women. Another 
twenty-five percent boys and girls under 20, the balance men. 
The Jap workday is twelve to sixteen hours with two days 
off a month. The Jap cannot leave his job, change it, or 
strike. The highest daily wage equals about three American 
dollars — 30% to 75% of which goes to taxes and compul- 
sory savings. 

The Jap, as our men in the Pacific know, will fight to the 
death. As far as the Jap is concerned, the outer Empire — 
and the men who defend it — are the expendables. The Jap 
will fight the battle from inside the inner Empire. 

The Jap believes that we shall weary of war too easily and 
too early. 

In the invasion of France, supply ships had an overnight 
run to make. In the coming Battle of Japan, ships in the 
Pacific will have long-reached round trips that often take five 
months to make. 

These realities are worth thinking about before you keep 
your home front rendezvous with a Victory Volunteer. Per- 
(Continued on page 8) 



Stage-Door Johnnies 

fascinating topic. Many persons have attempted to write 
about the theater, but only a few have been able to make 
me 'breathe the atmosphere" of the life that exists behind 
the curtain — both before and after the play. I believe that 
one must "feel" for himself the experience of being back- 
stage in a large theater after an important performance. 

May I take you on a tour of a theater after the perform- 
ance has ended, beginning with the stage-door entrance? 
After the uncomfortable heat of the day, the cool, shadowy 
corridor is a welcome relief. The "No Admittance" sign on 
the door makes us hesitate for just an instant, but, "nothing 
ventured, nothing gained," so now the door is behind, and 
a long catwalk is before us. At first, everyone in sight seems 
to be hurrying, hustling, for even though another perform- 
ance is scheduled for tonight, the play is over for the after- 
noon; the curtain has gone down for the last time. Now 
comes the opportunity to relax aching throat muscles and hot 
bodies — to remove some of the heavier makeup. 

One of the first persons we see is the busy wardrobe mis- 
tress, with a mouthful of pins and an armload of rustling 
costumes. We have been conscious, from the first moment, of 
an odor of mustiness and dust, joining the dampness of the 
immense place. From the dressing rooms come pleasant 
smells of powder and grease paint, mingled with those of 
shaving lotion and cleansing cream. The constant hum of busy 
people helps create an atmosphere of infectious excitement. 
A flight of white cement steps with an iron guardrail leads 
from the catwalk to the stage and larger dressing rooms 
below. Our way is lighted by a glaring, unshaded electric- 
light bulb. As we descend, the hub-bub is increased by the 
banging of hammers and the noisy moving of scenery by 
shouting workmen. As we reach the lower floor, we see a 
large desk and a call-board, smattered generously with mis- 
cellaneous information. Performers and stage hands contin- 
ually run upstairs and downstairs, slamming doors and call- 
ing to each other. Unwieldy scenery, realistically grotesque, 
makes us feel quite small when we find these tremendously 
tall props and backdrops "skyscraping" over us. 

And now the stage itself — in appearance, a platform of 
bare, worn wooden boards — but no mere boards inspire 
such overwhelming awe, as we look out over the vast empty 
theater, now void of human presence — gaping balconies 
and boxes; row on row of empty leather seats, the leather 
catching a gleam of light, now here, now there, in the dusky 
purple shadows. Our awe is somewhat relieved, however, 

by the fact that many people have recently occupied these 
seats. The foodights stare up from the front of the stage 
with dimmed, unseeing eyes, the acrid smell of their powerful 
heat still permeates the air. Occasionally, whiffs of grease 
come to us from the rope pulleys attached to the curtain. 

And now, a somewhat nervous feeling of anticipation as 
we wait to speak with the actors! First one, then another, 
strolls out of the dressing rooms, the leading lady usually 
making her appearance last — to discourage her over-enthu- 
siastic autograph hunters, no doubt! When one finds out that 
Mr. "Whoozis" — that famous actor — wears glasses to sign 
his name on proffered programs; or that Miss "What's-Her- 
Name" — that famous actress — had a run in her stocking, 
keen pleasure comes with the realization that fine perform- 
ers are friendly, normal human beings off-stage. 

— Eileen Lynch. 






6 th Wan loan. QacU 

DATES — November 20 through December 16. 

GOAL — Fourten Billion Dollars, of which Five 
Billion Dollars is to be raised by individuals. 

INDIVIDUAL GOAL — At least one extra $100 

only the first phase of the war. The last, and more 
expensive, is ahead — the gigantic campaign needed for the 
defeat of Japan. 

Military and naval authorities recently made the grim 
statement that it will take at least a year and a hallf to 
defeat Japan after Germany is beaten and this will only be 
accomplished if we put every bit of American strength be- 
hind the effort. The cost of a full size war must be borne 
until the treacherous, brutal enemy who attacked us at Pearl 
Harbor is completely knocked out. 

The European war is expensive, but almost everything in 
the Pacific war will cost more. 

Freight transportation costs alone will be 25 percent more 
to the Pacific than to France. In addition, it takes twice as 
many cargo ships in the Pacific to support a task force of a 
given size (due to the tremendous distances. 

More equipment of nearly all kinds will also be needed — 
more B-29 Super Fortresses at $600,000 each, more P-47 
Thunderbolts that cost $50,000 each, more M-4 tanks with 
bulldozer blades that cost $67,417 each, more amphibious 
tanks, more aircraft carriers, more supply ships, more gaso- 
line and oil than it took for the invasion of Europe. 

We will need more battalion aid stations, more clearing 
stations, more evacuation hospitals, more convalescent hos- 
pitals, more hospital ships. 

For many years sick, wounded, and otherwise disabled 
veterans will require medical care and attention as well. 
That's the least America can do for them in appreciation of 
what they have done for her. 

America also still has an Army and Navy of between 11,- 
000,000 and 12,000,000 men and women to maintain, house, 
clothe, and transport. Millions of dollars, too, will be required 
for mustering out pay and for various benefits and services to 
get the boys started in civilian life. 

These are some of the reasons why the Government will 
continue to need so much money even after the collapse of 
Germany. They are also the reasons why patriotic Americans 
will want to invest heavily in War Bonds during the Sixth 
War Loan. 

The purchase of War Bonds as a bulwark against danger- 
ous inflation should be emphasized. 

If America is to win the peace as well as the war the 
cost of living must be kept down and the purchasing power 
of money preserved. 

Putting every penny over rock bottom expenses into the 
purchase of War Bonds will help to prevent inflation, with 
its consequent deflation bringing unemployment, bread- 
lines and bankruptcy. 

The average citizen can't afford NOT to buy War Bonds, 

They are his means of helping to win the war. 

They are his contribution to prevent inflation. 

They are the safest investment in America today. 

They bring an excellent interest return. 

They mean future security for himself and his family. 

They insure him additional post-war purchasing power. 

"Our Country Is Still at War — Are You?" 

Our War With Japan— {Continued from page 6) 

haps you will feel that the National Personal Sixth War Loan 
objective — purchase of at least one extra $100 War Bond — - 
is entirely too small for you. The better we face the realities 
confronting our forces in the Pacific the quicker the whole 
bloody business will be over and the sooner we will welcome 
home our fighting men. That's an American reality to work 
for with all our dollars and our sweat! 


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Volume XVIII, No. 12 

December, 1944 

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good 
will toward men." — Luke 2:14 

— and seemingly no room for peace, little enact- 
ment of good will. Frivolity would seem factitious 
when our G.I. personnel are facing death and injury 
on battle-fronts all over the globe. No, there won't 
be elaborate celebrations on battle fields this Christ- 
mas but this holy time does offer one bond that per- 
haps no other thing or occurrence can offer — the 
remembrance of the humble nativity of Christ and 
the hope that lies in this wondrous event. There will 
be joy at least for this everlasting covenant, shared 
universally by those who follow the Greatest Teacher. 
Christmas — home ties broken, some temporarily, 
some forever — but all over the world tonight our boys 
and girls, our men and women are making an even 
greater effort to remember and cherish the thoughts 
of Christmases at home. " Merry Christmas," " Loads 
DECEMBER • 1944 

of Yuletide Best Wishes" the Christmas cards from 
that hot, sticky, confining and so remote southwest 
Pacific isle say. "Merry Christmas?" "Yuletide 
Best Wishes?" These words are not just habit- 
formed — they are a promise for the future. These 
words are of even greater significance today than ever 

Christmas — caroling, trimmed and tinseled trees, 
exchanging gifts, holly wreathes, evergreen sprays, 
crunchy cookies — this year? Yes, we're keeping up 
the old traditions, even though the tenor and bass 
sections are sadly depleted, even though trees and 
trimmings are difficult to obtain, even though there 
is only a limited selection of gifts, even though the 
whole family won't be home to share in the holiday 
activities. Those kids of our generation who are out 
in a muddy trench or in a desert fox-hole find consola- 
tion and pride in the thought that these things which 
we continue in their absence will be here when they 
get back. It's our duty and privilege to carry on with 
these traditions. 

Christmas — 1944 — a lot different from a peace- 
time Christmas, nevertheless, Christmas. In years 
to come, when World War II will be just a portion of 
some thick, heavy, cumbersome history book, the 
Spirit of Christmas will be as dynamic and as sound 
at it is today and has been through the ages. With 
this in mind and heart, we can give a toast to the 
future with these words of the past: "Glory to God in 
the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward 

A Christinas Prayer 

Our Father in Heaven, we thank Thee for the re- 
turn of the Christmas season, freighted with golden 
memories of hallowed associations and relationships. 
We thank Thee for the tender sentiments, the generous 
impulses, the altruistic responses that come easily to 
the very surface of our hearts and send us on our 
happy road of service in Thy name. We thank Thee 
for every heart made lighter, for every burden eased, 
for every path made smoother, for the happiness 
brought to little children, for ministries extended to 
the forgotten, for the ennobling spirit of brotherhood 
abroad in the land. We thank Thee for these benefits 
of Christmas. 

May the message of Peace and Brotherhood that 
first found human lodgment in the hearts of Judea's 
simple sheperds fill our hearts at the season, and may 
it become so ingraved therein that its spirit will re- 
main throughout the trials and tribulations and 
triumphs of the coming year — Amen. 

Marclle Isabelle 


1 success to be recorded in the annals of the S.G.A. 
According to general concensus of opinion, the 
Autumn Dance (plus the Melodiers) was one of the 
most colorful in years. Certainly the beautiful hues 
of a Maryland Fall well duplicated in the decorations 
of leaves, plaid wool blankets and a glowing fireplace 
set the mood for the evening. Everyone had a splendid 
time, especially the servicemen (our guests of the 
evening) who, needless to say, were overwhelmed by 
the charm and beauty of Maryland's prospective 
teachers. PLUG! We're all looking forward to the 
next social on the calendar and may it be SOON ! 

- and military visited us this month. Especially 
prominent were Lee McCardle, Ned Logan, and Ted 
Katenkamp, who tripped the light fantastic at the 
S.G.A. dance. It means so very much to all of us to 
welcome all of them back to S.T.C. We at home 
think of you often and are living in the hope that 
you'll be back en masse soon again. 

of Thanksgiving to our doors, a time of feasting, 
celebration and FREEDOM from school. The oc- 
casion in the dorm was gala — a formal holiday dinner 
with all the trimmings. A plenteous harvest this year 
brought pumpkin pie, cranberries and turkey for 
man}' of us, but did we stop to think what Thanks- 
giving 1944 really meant to us? The Thanksgiving of 
turkey and dressing is of little importance this year. 
It is rather a day when we shall remember that God 
is providing and will continue to provide for our 
needs. Let us continue to give thanks for American 
skies unclouded by Axis bombers and a land that is 

hot and heavy time was had all over the United 
States. But, boy oh boy, our college certainly repre- 
sented a slice of American life that day. Campaign 
posters, pictures, and banners had been conspicuous 
for several days in halls and classrooms, but the 
campaign election assembly climaxed our national 
spirit. Staunch supporters of Roosevelt and Dewy 
gave vigorous speeches for their favorite candidate 
for the presidency, and master-pieces of oratory they 
were too. Then, with all electioneering forbidden, 
we voted by mock ballot for the future president — 
our vote was a miniature of the country's. 

Roosevelt won by only a slight margin, the man 
who we now accept as the choice of the country. But 
S.T.C. was right in there pitching; who knows, maybe 
one of our members will be running for a government 
office someday! 
(Editor's note: — Are you trying to evade WATSON?) 

tionary changes to our school through the Student 
Government Association. The most outstanding of 
all was the separation of the Athletic Association and 
the Scheduled Gym Classes, and the rudimentary 
introduction of a Point System on College and Citi- 
zen achievements. 

roasted hot dog sizzling on a stick, held by some 
of our fellow students down in the Glen, especially in 
the late twilight and early night hours. Potato chips, 
hot baked beans, pickles, apples, cocoa, and sticky 
buns make the picture complete — a tableau of the 
several weinie roasts held in the Glen this fall. Dur- 
ing one, a group of day students stayed overnight, 
bunking with their dorm-sisters on the sleeping porch. 
Brother! Was that place cold, — but wrapped in flan- 
nel pajamas, robes, and blankets a foot thick, we sur- 
vivied ; and loved it. At least we can still tell the tale. 

had a great treat for the past several weeks. One 
week the Gilbert and Sullivan Opera Company pre- 
sented "The Mikado," "Pirates of Penzance," "Trial 
by Jury," "Pinafore," "Iolanthe," and "The Gondo- 

Paul Osborn's dramatic production of John Her- 
shey's best selling novel, "A Bell for Adano," set out 
upon a brilliant career before reaching our city, and 
was here acclaimed widely. Many of us read the 
novel this summer, the story of an American major 
in charge of the rehabilitation of a captured Italian 

Also Anton Chekhov's popular classic, "The 
Cherry Orchard" was as delightful as ever in it's 
season here. 

store windows downtown are foretelling the gay 
holiday season for us. 

Here at school we're looking ahead to a great 
Christmas program and a time-honored celebration 
on our campus, carol singing. It's just around the 
corner, so . . . 

iflerrp Cftrtetmas ! ! ! 




Resolution for John Hackman 

enrollment in this college attained a position of 
especial prominence and respect, 

Whereas, his standards of scholarship and his rela- 
tions with fellow students were in keeping with 
those which this college deems desirable, be it 

Resolved : That as a student body we shall endeavor 
to perpetuate the principles so highly prized by him 
and be it further 

Resolved : That this resolution shall become a part of 
the permanent annals of the Student Government 
Association of the State Teachers College at Tow- 


The Student Government 
Association of the State 
Teachers College at Towson 
November 14, 1944 

on wider proportions and may soon develop into 
a full orchestra. Barbara Harper has brought her 
skill as a pianist and her witty arrangements to the 
fore. Evelyn Pearl and her violin and Arlene Thomas 
with her clarinet have come out of hiding. Don has 
added a cymbal to the battery, while "Professor" 
Kiser has supplemented his mouthpiece for a real, 
genuine "Harry James" mouthpiece for the trumpet. 
This he acquired with six "Wheatie" box-tops and 
two bits. Sax-tooter Merril furnishes his big time 
arrangements to our rising "little-time" band. 

Now in practice is Stardust, with a snappy piano 
solo, Tiger Rag for the hep-cats, and Till Then for the 

Auditions will soon be in order for a soloist and then 
the whole shin-dig will head for the foyer of Newell 
Hall where they hope to entertain several lunch hours 
a week. 

(Sounds good, doesn't it!? E.M.) 

Christmas Greetings 

i- of friends, we wish to extend greetings to our 
G.I.'s. Even a global war cannot extinguish the light 
of the Christmas spirit. Many G.I.'s will be far from 
home this Christmas, but we all know that they will 
not be far from the hearts of those at home. Let's 
make this Christmas joyful with thoughts and plans 
for the many Merry Christmases to come. 


of '40 — flew up from Paris Island, South Carolina 
in a Martin Bomber. We were glad to have her share 
in the excitement of our mock election. We hope 
that you'll be visiting us soon again, Ruth. 

Lieutenant (j.g.) Harold R. Manakee — '27 — visited 
us while on a thirty day leave. He has just returned 
from eighteen months service in the Mediterranean 
area. He sends "best wishes to all school grads in the 

Who's Who! 

ited institutions of a group of over 600 American 
universities and colleges which selects students each 
year. These students are selected by an unprejudiced 
committee which bases its decision on a point system, 
to appear in "Who's Who Among Students in Ameri- 
can Universities and Colleges." The purpose of Who's 
Who is to serve as an incentive to students to get the 
most out of their college careers; as a means of com- 
pensation to students for what they have already 
done; as a recommendation to the business world; 
and as a standard of measurement for students. We 
should be proud of our girls who made the grade. The 
1944-45 issue will include the biographies of the follow- 

Mary Baumgartner 
Emma W. Stansbury 
Patricia Waddy 
Norma Bretall 
Mary" Ellen Perrin 
Betty Seitz 

Will you be chosen next year? It is an honor for 
which to work. 

Lucy Goldsmith 
Barbara Whitehurst 
Mary Carroll 
Helen Martin 
Bernice Knell 
Ann Landis 


before last Christmas Eve! Ev, my girl friend, 
and I were standing on the deck of the Bay ferry, 
watching the blustering wind ruffle the water into 
white caps, which splashed the sides of the laboring 
ferry. It was quite rough sailing — windy and wet, 
with the ferry cumbersomely ploughing into one 
trough of water, then another. The sky was icy gray, 
streaked with yellow and with little black puffs of 
clouds scudding back and forth overhead. When the 
ship docked and we began to walk the country back- 
roads to the farm, flakes of snow were already begin- 
ning to drift silently down, settling on the barren 
landscape, with its gaunt bare trees and bushes — the 
empty furrowed brown fields. We'd be glad to get to 
the farm and settled in the little house, pockmarked 
with the storms and winds of the years. Just the 
housekeeper would be there when we arrived, and 
Queenie, the collie dog. They'd welcome us with light 
and warmth and food. We'd put our packages of 
supplies and Christmas gifts on the hearth, and after 
warming up a bit we'd go out into the storm again, to 
our neighbor's house, a mile away. Our first Christ- 
mas on an isolated farm! It sounded like fun — but 
how exciting it was to be we had no way of knowing. 

The Dawsons were our nearest neighbors. Mr. 
Dawson was an oiler on a Merchant Marine tanker 
and, they believed, was now on his way over-seas. 
Mrs. Dawson was running the farm alone and taking 
care of Irma and Ben, the two children. We were to 
share our Christmas with them — help them trim the 
tree and open the gifts at midnight. We had planned 
to leave for the Dawson farm about seven o'clock, 
taking the stable lantern and a flashlight with us. The 
drifts would not be too deep by then, and if the storm 
became worse, we could stay overnight. We were pre- 
paring to leave when the telephone rang. I remember 
being surprised at the time that the telephone lines 
weren't down. We waited to see who could be call- 
ing, and the white face of the housekeeper, after she 
had answered, warned us that something was wrong. 
I grabbed the telephone and said, "Yes, who is it?" 

A small scared voice came thinly over the line — a 
voice I recognized as belonging to seven-year-old Ben 
Dawson. He was half crying. 

"Mommy's so still — she won't wake up. I know 
she's awful sick, 'cause she kept her hand to her side 
and kept moaning and tellin' me to call somebody 

"All right, Ben — we'll come right away! Keep your 

mother covered up, and we'll get a doctor and get 
there as soon as we can." 

"Help us to — Hello, hello!" The line went dead. 
I turned to Ev. "Quick, Ev! Walk down to Fox's 
store and get him to take his car and drive me to 
Stevensville for Dr. James. The line's out. I'll go to 
Dawson's and see what I can do for her until the 
doctor gets there. Hurry!" 

We hurried out into the storm and the blizzard 
seemed to increase in fury. My coat and boots were 
heavy with snow and my eyelashes frozen together 
by the time we reached the other farm. Ev went on 
ahead to see about the doctor. Neither the lantern 
nor the flashlight helped much, for the wind was 
blowing handfuls of snow into the feeble light. 

Ben was watching at the window and hurried to 
open the door — tow-headed Ben, still showing a 
trace of his summer tan. But he was frightened now 
almost to the point of panic. As I stepped inside, I 
looked around quickly. Mrs. Dawson was a still, 
dark, huddled mass on the living-room couch. The 
fire in the room's pot-bellied stove had died down and 
the room was lighted by a small kerosene lamp on the 
old-fashioned roll-topped desk. The room was chill 
and dark, and groping shadows stole out from the 
corners, merging with other shdows thrown out by 
the furniture. The naked, untrimmed tree stood in a 
corner of the room, looking forlorn and dispirited. 
Scattered balls and unopened packages cluttered the 
floor around it. There were just three sounds, the 
tick of the kitchen wall-clock, the sputtering of a 
piece of green kindling in the stove, and, from a darkly 
hidden chair, the muffled sobs of a frigtened child. 

"That's Irm crying," said Ben, trying to muster up 
a last shred of courage. 

"I'll see about her later. Right now we're got to 
look after your mother. Go get some kindling wood 
from the shed and bring it in here. Don't get it wet." 

Mrs. Dawson was not asleep, but was almost un- 
conscious with pain. It looked like appendicitis to 
me. I had Ben pump some water from the kitchen 
sink and applied towels to Mrs. Dawson's hot fore- 
head. The house was beginning to warm up, but I 
was plenty worried. What if Ev had been lost in the 
storm? The drifts were almost up to the windows by 
now and snow was pelting down harder every minute. 
Could the doctor get through to us? I tried to put 
such things out of my mind, but there wasn't much I 
could do, and I had more than enough time to think — 
with that white wall of silence cutting us off from 


everything but God. "God!" I began to pray as hard 
as I'd ever done before. No. I didn't get down on my 
knees, but I prayed silently. "Please God, hear me 
now! Don't let Mrs. Dawson get any worse! Make 
the doctor hurry! Please, God!" 

I think some tiny hope in miracles kept us going as 
the minutes ticked around the kitchen clock. The 
children were getting restless — Irm was beginning to 
whimper again. I wasn't able to do much for Mrs. 
Dawson, so I turned to the children. 

"How about trimming the tree? Your mother 
would like to see it all finished before the doctor gets 
here, I'm sure." 

They agreed and the tree began to bloom like a 
flower, first with balls, then tinsel. The kerosene 
lamp shone on it and it sparkled into a haloed triangle. 
The children quieted down, became interested in 
their fascinating work Mrs. Dawson rallied a bit. I 
bent low over her, and she murmured in semi-delirium 
asking if we could sing Christmas carols. We began 
with "Silent Night, Holy Night." The children's 
sweet young faces and voices seemed to give deeper 
meaning to the comforting message, and to lend some 
sort of calm to the harassing situation. Mrs. Dawson 
at last fell into a troubled doze. The doctor came 
about an hour later, took one look at the patient, and 
decided that he must operate immediately — one of 
the many kitchen-table emergencies the country phy- 
sician must face. 

Ben and Irma were becoming frightened again, so 
while Ev helped Dr. James, I put them to bed, with 
promises that Santa Claus would surely visit them be- 
fore morning. Poor tykes, they were exhausted, and 
fell asleep immediately. One of the hardest things I 
had to do was resist the temptation of crawling into 
bed myself. But I dragged downstairs to help as much 
as I could. Ev was holding a flashlight for the doctor, 
for the glow from the kerosene lamp was too feeble 
for the delicate operation. It was like a bad night- 
mare — so vivid and grotesque, and seemingly so long, 
although over so quickly. When Mrs. Dawson was in 
bed and the red swabs and gauze cleaned from the 
floor and table, Dr. James left us with careful direc- 
tions, saying he would come early next morning. 

All night, Ev and I took turns watching Mrs. Daw- 
I son. Though tired, we were relieved and happy in 
! the knowledge that it would not be too sad a Christ- 
mas, after all. 

By morning, Mrs. Dawson was completely out of 
i danger. The doctor brought her more good news in a 
I letter he had picked up at the general store, giving her 
I word of Mr. Dawson's safe arrival overseas. 
! DECEMBER • 1944 

As Ben and Irma put it, when they opened their 
gifts, "Gosh, we're pretty lucky after all. Santa took 
care of just everything!" 

"Yes, he did," I assured them. "And don't forget 
that God helped us all, and that He will always help 
us all!" 

Eileen Lynch 


Guild have rolled up their sleeves and gotten to 
work. A committee is cleaning out the costume room 
(which most of us didn't know existed) in the Ad 
Building. Now don't think they're not doing any- 
thing in the line of drama. The members are planning 
a program to be at a Christmas assembly. They also 
have visions of presenting a play in the spring. 

Having the twenty some Goucher girls on the 
campus with us has brought about a feeling of, "Gee, 
you're nice, I want to get to know you better." The 
Hockey game held Wednesday, November 15th helped 
our girls to really get acquainted with some of the 
Goucher girls. After the game the Athletic Associa- 
tion provided cider and doughnuts for the players. 
By the way, the score was one to one. 

The Natural History Group wasn't satisfied with 
furnishing those deligtful breakfasts which we en- 
joyed so much in the Glen. The members gave a 
supper with Mother Nature as hostess one evening 
and talk about fun ! And the food? Delicious! 

Although the orchestra hasn't made an official ap- 
pearance since the Clubs Assembly last month, it has 
been functioning, and very well too. The member- 
ship has increased just about double. One little 
blonde senior has even taken to playing the trumpet. 
If you just can't wait for the orchestra to make a 
public appearance stop outside the auditorium some 
Friday morning between eight and nine and you'll 
hear some music "what sends you." 

Mrs. Cuthbertson, secretary of the Middle Atlantic 
region of the Student Christian Movement, visited 
the campus this month to talk with and advise the 
officers and members of the S.C.A. Mrs. Cuthbert- 
son gave some very helpful suggestions to the Student 
Christian Association for spreading its membership to 
the day students of this college. To start this move- 
ment the S.C.A. presented a chapel assembly. 

Professional Page 

Strictly Feminine- 


The following article was published in the Teacher- 
Education Journal of September 1944. The author, 
Miss Edith Weaver, graduated from the college in 

experience, I was confronted in my student teach- 
ing with circumstances where growth was the inevita- 
ble course, where static permanence was impossible 
because it rendered me unable to meet the demands 
of the situation. 

This was a forcing situation — one that stimulated 
highly, that brought into play many faculties, but 
rewarding out of all proportion to the effort it necessi- 
tated. (Such experiences could never comprise all 
life: they are so stimulating that no human being 
could continually give forth the necessary response.) 

This was not a perfect experience, one which wholly 
satisfied. Somerset Maugham says that he is bored 
with perfectly beautiful objects: perfection achieved 
is so satisfying that one can find no incentive for 
further experience. The imperfections, the lack of 
advantage in my situation, will incite me to further 
experience satisfying my unfilled needs. 

My practice center was not a Utopia. There were 
drawbacks. I taught in an unreal situation, with 
close supervision. The burden of writing detailed 
lesson plans was unconducive to a well-balanced 
schedule of living. The adult personalities I en- 
countered served as poor guides in a few instances, 
because of erroneous judgement and subjective criti- 
cism. A somewhat distorted picture of reality was 
presented to me because of the limitations of the 
situations and my natural tendency to rely heavily on 
my very limited experiences. 

Said Paul, "A great door and effectual is opened 
unto me and (not "but") there are many adversaries." 
Perhaps there must be adversaries and obstacles — 
deterrent factors in any complex life situation. Surely 
it is in the stimulating experiences of meeting and 
overcoming difficulties that great growth occurs. 

Student teaching then, because of its opportunity 
for intensive growth, is certainly to be considered one 
of a teacher's most significant experiences. 

Edith Weaver 

Now that you have read one opinion on the subject 
of Student Teaching — what about yours? Leave 
your letters giving your opinion in the Tower Light 
office. They will be printed next month. 

Margaret Heinlien, Dorthea Chenworth and 
Doris Crane think. Every night at bed time if you 
see some curious creatures hopping in through your 
doorway, don't be alarmed. It's only those dignified 
teacher cadets playing leap frog to teach their little 
darling children. 

P.S. Also to keep down those extra inches. 
If you think studying is all that goes on in the north 
wing just creep down some night to any of the rooms. 
This is what the chattering is all about: 
1-Doris Crane and her glamorous Ray. 
2-Bernie and her embraceable Al. 
3-Gloria Long and her argumentative marine and 

the dangling baby shoes. 
4-Betsy Fuller and her tall, dark and handsome 

farm boy and her romantic trip to Georgia. 
5-Kathy Smith and her irrepressible Jimmy 

6-Ilio Leonard and her eye-catching doughboy. 
Things sure have been buzzin'. Saturday, Novem- 
ber 10th found the members of the KKK dining at 
the Belvedere. Students and ex-students, and some 
married, formed the party. Lots of food but mostly 
gab. This organization was formed last November, 
1943, of a group of dormitory girls who resolved to 
meet together at least once a year just for the chance 
to see each other again. 

Thursday, November 16th, forty of the dorm girls 
threw a surprise party for the eight dorm seniors who 
are going away. Yes, it was a going-away party and 
it really was a surprise this time (generally they 
aren't). Though a sad note prevailed, we had a gay 
time watching dignified seniors roll marbles across the 
floor with their noses and phone the morgue (or 
so they thought). After "We're Sorry You're Going 
Away," "Aloha Oe" and "Alma Mater" were sung, 
their tears flowed like wine and the party ended as 
the girls waded back to their rooms. We sure are go- 
ing to miss them. 

Merry Christmas from the staff 

To faculty and students too 
Best wishes for the New Year 

And here's our wish for you: 
May all your wishes be granted. 

May all your days be bright. 
Our biggest wish of all is this — 

Remember the TOWER LIGHT. 




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About a little Chinese boy who findsa singing cricket 
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MERRY CHRISTMAS, illustrated by Natasha 
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From 1943, a collection of stories, poems, and 
carols, with gay illustrations. 


Landon. (John Day, $3.75.) 

Narrative of the five years spent by a young 
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LOOK AT THE WORLD, by Richard E. Harrison. 
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New perspectives on geography in the "Fortune 
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Today and the past in Crete, Greece, Turkey, 
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George Gershwin, Duke Ellington, Raymond 
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People in Russia, China, and India under the 
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Footner. (Farrar & Rinehart, $2.50.) 

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Negroes who are outstanding Americans. 

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A popular, modern history of Soviet Russia. 

WE STOOD ALONE, by Dorothy Adams. (Long- 
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Personal story of a Boston girl, a Goucher College 
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(1943, Merriam, $6.50.) 
A fascinating as well as useful dictionary listing 
approximately 40,000 contemporary and histo- 
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WOODROW WILSON, by Geralds W. Johnson. 
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Shaw's reflective look at humanity and human 
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by Carl L. Becker. (Knopf, $2.50.) 

An American professor's clarifying discussion of 
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A GREAT TIME TO BE ALIVE, by Harry Emerson 
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Counsel and inspiration from a wise writer. 

"Give Thanks Unto the Lord" 


J- have I to be thankful for. Stuck here in a bed, 
maybe no one even remembering I'm still alive." 

Maybe you think I heard the men at Walter Reed 
and Forest Glen talking like this when I asked them 
about their Thanksgiving. But you're wrong. The 
biggest complaint I heard from them was that they 
had the dark meat of the turkey when they wanted 
the white meat, or that it wasn't fixed the way Mom 
always did it. And these men had a lot to complain 
about, too. But they are men, too brave to complain, 
too thankful to complain. 

One of the soldiers, from Brooklyn, was telling me 
how lucky he considered himself when he looked 
around the ward at the other patients. And he had 
lost a leg! That would be hard for most of us to take, 
especially if we had been a star football player before 
"going over." But Si proved to me that there is al- 
ways someone who is worse off than you. When he 
feels low, he puts one arm behind his back and tries to 
do everything with one hand, as his pal next to him 
will have to do for the rest of his life. Then Si thanks 
God he lost a leg instead of an arm. 

Pop was another man in the hospital who made me 
think. He lost his leg in Italy. A tall, strapping man 
about 6'3", with two sons in the service; a regular. 
He laughed and said, "Oh I was tall in my day, but 
without my right leg I'm only half as tall." To show 

the spirit of these, our heroes, let me tell you what 
happened to Pop several weeks ago. He was getting 
along well on this crutches, and was as energetic a 
ever. There was a crowd at the elevator so he de- 
cided to walk down and give his place to someone 
who couldn't manage his crutches as well. Pop 
started to walk down the steps. The crutch slipped 
and he fell and broke a rib. But Pop laughs at it now. 
He says he feels pretty good because he was able to 
beat the elevator down. It takes a lot of courage to 
look at life with Pop's philosophy. 

Let me tell you about another patient I saw on 
Thanksgiving day — an army nurse, wounded in 
England during a robot bomb raid. She shared the 
same fate as the soldiers she was serving. Lost a leg 
and had a beautiful face disfigured forever, made pre- 
sentable only by the help of plastic surgery. One of 
the men was kidding her about her lovely sister and 
made a remark about Dottie's face. Dottie smiled 
and said, "Can't help if the Lord made my mug ugly, 
but its what's behind it, and in your heart, that 
counts." And she really believes this, making a dis- 
figurement insignificant because of her inward beauty. 

One of the most courageous men I saw had lost both 
of his arms; amputated above the elbow. He is one 
of the most clever and admirable men I have ever 
met. With spirit undaunted, he said he lives a better, 
more useful life now than ever before. He knows 
what it means to have people look at you with pity 
and wait on you hand and foot for your every need. 
He did know, once. But now he is completely inde- 
pendent, does not have to be fed or dressed or amused. 
Believe it or not he is a champ on a sand lot baseball 
team and can bat as well as any of the team now. His 
accomplishments are amazing! 

Although he lost his arms, he never lost faith. He 
was determined to make his own way, not to be a 
burden to others. When he was well enough, he had 
an appliance with two contractable hooks for fingers 
made for each stump. With great perserverance, 
patience, and painful work, he learned to use his new 
arms. He prides himself on being able to take a 
cigarette from a pack and light it faster than anyone 
else. Now he wishes to show his thankfulness that 
he did not become a hopeless cripple. He is helping 
other men and women in his condition to become self 
sufficient and to go more courageously and with more 
confidence into their future life. He is sharing his 
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These are some of the thoughts and thanksgivings 
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Volume XII, No. 45 

January, 1945 


I Q /I. ^ — Another new year — a clean slate — 
time for resolutions, corrections, and 
general improvements. I don't know why, but for me, 
the new year always has such a refreshing, stimulating 
feeling. Perhaps its the newness of the situation but 
never-the-less, I'm glad that '45 is here! 

With the beginning of another new year, even the 
conservative old Tower Light has felt the touch of 
change and revision. "Gasp not, oh weary readers, 
for a respite cometh nigh" — thus saith the editor. 

Our first change, and perhaps most obvious, to our 
readers, is the layout for the cover. Our particular 
thanks goes to Sylvia Rosen and Mrs. Brouwer for 
JANUARY • 1945 

the long hours, careful planning, and successful re- 
sults. As a team we think that Sylvia and Mrs. Brouwer 
can't be beaten. Thanks again, and I know the whole 
student body is appreciative of your fine contribution. 

Then too, there are changes on the inside of our 
publication, and we hope you'll approve of them. 
They were created through the suggestions of some of 
the students for, we hope, the pleasure and informa- 
tion of the whole student body. 

We are now to have a Sports column, and our new 
"columnist" for this write-up is none other than our 
old athlete, Sue Callahan. We hope that you'll like 
the sports news written up in the T.L. and we know 
Sue is capable of her assignment. 

On the lighter side we are presenting "Hokus 
Pokus" by guess who? (and if you know, don't tell). 
This is to be a combination column in which anything 
can happen (and it probably will if I know H.P.) 
You may bring your problems or latest jokes, which 
ever is giving you the most trouble is preferable to 
"Hokus Pokus" but the staff will not be responsible 
for what the "Bug" says. (This includes our advisers 
too, of course.) 

The other columns will carry on in their usual man- 
ner unless you, who read the Tower Light prefer to 
illuminate them. I should mention that since Septem- 
ber we have introduced the Challenge by Babs White- 
hurst and Lou Goldsmith and have revived the Mens' 
column now being handled by Norman Schneider and 
Don Hammerman. 

On the lighter side too we have inserted (and 
hoped that you'd like them), some of the cartoons 
from the nationally famous magazines. We thought 
that they were good for our morale and only wished 
that everyone had caught on in time for the joke to 
be funny. 

But, perhaps the most cheering change will come in 
February when our new editor, Webby Sansbury will 
take over the T.L. Give her the loyal support that you 
have so kindly given me, and I know she'll do a fine 
job in her new role. 

Well, here is a toast to S.T.C. and to the T.L. too. 
We hope that this year will find a better college, and 
a better publication than we've had in '44. There's 
always room for improvement, of that we're well 
aware, but we need the helpful criticism that can 
come only from these of you who are in a position to 
know what the improvement is to be and when and 
where it is to come. 

Your contributions and selections arealwayswelcome 
so drop them off at the T.L. office any time at all. 

Yours for a happy and prosperous new year. 

"Edda Tbrr" 




amid loud rejoicing and somber thinking, as we 
wonder what it will bring. Many of the student body 
will return from practice-teaching, while others will 
be temporarily leaving the college for their first 
supervised attempts. We hope to see many new 
faces at the beginning of the new term, frosh, with 
original ideas, from high school. And we send out our 
graduates to fill important teaching positions; sorry 
to lose them, but glad that at least some of us are 
helping in a critical situation. Yes, the new year is 
here, to bring minor changes in our school life, but 
what will happen all over the world? 

nl I* J # "Circle f° ur > right about, courtesy to 
•' "^* your neighbor and throw your partner 
out." Yes, siree, chum, that Victory Barn Dance had 
plenty of spirit, with everyone jumping around like 
"turkeys in thestraw." The party couldn't have been 
for a better cause and all who attended are looking 
forward to another one as soon as possible. Curley 
Bill was right up there to the minute with his yellow 
bow tie, white wool socks and red plaid shirt, and 
even his singing wasn't too bad. Large bow ribbons, 
cotton shirts, sweaters, dungarees and plaid shirts 
dominated the scene — a fine way to raise money for 
Bonds. There is one word of regret; more of you 
should have come, for only through complete co- 
operation on all such activities can we make a real 
success of our goal — a memorial swimming pool to 
our boys and sooner. 

realize it, but certain of their entire classes fell 
in bed at 3, 4, and 5 o'clock in the morning one week, 
working on units. Or how about the girls who had 
no sleep at all for several days! We hope their diligent 
labor was appreciated, for it was little short of slavery. 
Here's to an "A" for everyone. 

cured in the college last month that brought 
such great focus of attention on the labs? Rats! Get 
the boys to explain it to you, for nothing like that 
has happened here for a long time. 

in certain envelopes addressed to Phyl Beshore? 
Kinda clever, we think. 

We wish we knew how Violet Caltrider keeps those 
curls looking like she just stepped out of a beauty 
shop. She claims she sets them on the bedpost every 
night! By the way what is it about Violet that makes 
her such a swell person to know? 

and through the facilities of his milk farm, the 
four male students of this institution are turning out 
to be junior Atlas's. Twice weekly the victims at- 
tend rigorous gym classes which are held in the special 
torture chamber under the main gym. Here Coach 
Minnegan puts them through their paces. A sample 
gym class in the chamber is as follows: 

1. Warm-up calesthenics — Yogi' Schneider's de- 


2. Tension exercises — (Charles Atlas Special) 

3. Grass drill — Cohen's Waterloo 

4. Football — everyone makes a touchdown for good 

old Smear Head Tech 

5. Wrestling — (Killer Cohen gets the works) 

6. Boxing — Dodging Don takes all comers 

Highlights of the class are when Murdering Merrill 
makes a touchdown for good old Smear Head Tech 
and when Hefty Harry, Daredevil Don, and Nifty 
Norman give Smearhead Cohen the duck rub in their 
Jim Londas game. 

Finally at the end of the hour our four heroes roll, 
crawl, and are carried to the showers where they are 
revived — then with biceps bulging they stide athletic- 
ally from the gym. 

At the Men's Room the specimens collapse and Dr. 
Bulkley comes to the rescue with her medical kit and 
Coach Minnegan. The kit consists of some little 
green pills for Cohen, some pink tablets for Zemel, and 
some little white ones for Norm. Hammerhead takes 
one of each. 

The coach then gives each his special "revoitalizer.' 
He throws a locker over Hammer's head, ties knots in 
Yogi's legs, powders Merrill's face with steel wool, 
and Harry's dome receives a three-bounce special on 
the granite squares. The M.D. then replies with 
another pill each and three for Don; an ambulance 
comes; the Atlas' four are taken to their next class. 

Campus Chatter 

envy when Betty Castle, Peggy Johnston and 
Lyn Temple (Fr. IIIB) came back after the week-end 
of December second, with tales of a thrilling Army- 
Navy game (even if their team did lose) and the 
wonderful Navy Hop that night at Annapolis. 



Report from Europe: 

(AAF) of the class of '40 asks for news of S.T.C. 
He is anxious to work out in the new gym. Right now 
he is keeping himself in good shape by running and 
playing soft ball. Lou has been a prisoner of war in 
Germany for approximately two years. 

Lt. Jerome Kolker — '40 — is with the Second 
Armored Division somewhere in Germany. Jerry is 
seeing a lot of action. 

With the 329th in Germany is Lt. Dallas Smith, a 
former member of the class of '35. 

Captain Arthur Bennett — class of '39 — landed 
with one of the early groups in the invasion of France. 
His last letter was written in a foxhole in Germany. 

Proudly We Hail: 

Staff Sergeant Donald Martin — '43 — is an aerial 
gunner with the Eighth Air Force somewhere in 
England. Don is a member of "Bragger's Grocery 
Run," a group commanded by Colonel Bragger. This 
group called a temporary halt to bombing the enemy 
and took food supplies to the people of France. It was 
the first time the American group had landed on 
French soil, and lines of friendly citizens were out to 
greet the planes. Not long before, these same Libera- 
tors had dropped bombs on this airfield in Central 
France which was at that time in the hands of Ger- 
many. Don has completed twenty missions over Ger- 
man occupied Europe. He has been awarded the Air 
Medal and the Oak Leaf Cluster. 

The Purple Heart has been awarded to Pfc. Henry 
Jansen of the class of '29. Henry is in a hospital in 
Italy. He was wounded by a fragment of a German 
mortar bomb; however the wound will not have per- 
manent ill effects. 

Lt.-Col. Robert Hambury — '31 — has through his 
efficiency and outstanding service won the high rank 
of Colonel. He is the highest ranking officer in the 
S.T.C. alumni group. Congratulations Lt.-Col. 

On November 1st, Raymond Dugan — class of '34 — 
was promoted to the rank of Lt.-Commander in the 
Navy. He has been placed in charge of Camp Oak in 
Ojai, California. 


A recent visitor to the college was Cpl. Edward L. 
Cashman, a former member of the class of '46. Leroy 

is stationed at Fort F. E. Warren, Wyoming, among 
"the wild wooly cowboys." 

Lt. R. J. Williamson — '42 — recently visited home 
on a ten day leave. He says, "Finished sweating out 
Louisiana, now Oklahoma. I can see no similarity 
between the state and Broadway's opinion. All 
training is finished, and I am all ready to get into the 

Back in Baltimore for a few days, Sgt. Milton I. 
Baer (AAF) — of the class of '40 — paid us a visit. He 
has spent two and a half years in the Mid-west and 
will return to Kansas; however, he expects to be on 
the move soon. 

Poet's Corner 


Today have I gone across the swelling, raging sea 
And seen the mocking smile of those who hate 
The helpless, weak, and old 
And those who will not fight for power, gold, and love 

of battle. 
Today have I seen the smoking ruins of a city 
That in its time became a great and glorious home 
Of those who loved democracy and died for it 
That ruthless heels of conquerors shall not step upon 

its soil. 
Today have I seen the glistening of the planes 
Against the azure of the cloudless sky and heard their 

Above the cities' deafening din 
And I heard the shrieking, wailing sirens that warned 

warned of danger from the gleaming sky. 
And I have seen the grim, black bombs of death, 
Hurtle, screaming groundward without mercy 
Leaving utter desolation and destruction in their 

While the woeful cries of helpless babes gave fuel and 

energy to those who killed. 
Today have I seen upon the tossing black fury of the 

boundless ocean 
An invisible missle of death slip through the heaving 

And strike a boat of children fleeing from their war- 
torn land. 
And then how the killers bared their teeth and laughed 

at the tearful sight. 
And today have I seen land 
Where Peace — the king, shall reign eternally 
Where its people worship freedom and its glorious flag 
Ah, yes this is AMERICA. 

Vivian Goldenberg 


-Strictly Feminine- 


this brief description, are going to think it should 
have been saved for the summer issue of "Tower 
Light." However, I'm not writing of a summer trip, 
but a winter one — on the ferry. 

On a winter's day, when it isn't too windy, and you 
can't think of anything special to do, go down to 
Light Street and board the "Smoky Joe." No, that's 
not her "correct" title — that's "The Philadelphia." 
But when you can see the belching smoke of a boat 
two miles away from the harbor, pouring from its 
black, grimy smoke stacks, you can understand how 
such a handle might become attached to it. No, the 
"Smoky Joe's" not much to look at, but she gets you 
there — and how! I went over on the ferry last New 
Year's Day, and it was one of those gray, steely days, 
with a hint of snow in the air and the sting of fine 
rain needles in your face. The people at the dock 
looked like hunched-back gnomes, with their coat 
collars turned up, their hands in their pockets, and 
their hats turned down against the wind. Piles of 
luggage huddled together in forlorn, moist, brown-and- 
black bundles. A scraggly line formed in front of the 
gray ticket office — a little booth looking grayer and 
even more disreputable than usual, because there 
wasn't any sun. 

Lugging my packages with me — due to the sudden 
disappearance of the porter — up the flight of stairs I 
went, with the "wind and the rain in my hair." 
Depositing my luggage on the scarred leather seat 
inside the sliding partition closing off the cold outside, 
I went for a turn around the deck. The deck runs 
from bow to stern, as most decks do, and it was wet 
and slippery, shining with the gray, eerie light of the 
leaden sky. The boat's motor had begun to throb, 
and I could feel it beating through the deck against 
the soles of my shoes. The wooden chairs, used in the 
summer by light-hearted picnickers, were piled in 
sodden clumps against the inside walls of the boat, 
battened down to keep them from sliding around as 
the boat rocked in the rough troughs of water. 

As the boat pulled out of the harbor, she passed the 
big warehouses; the Lanasa Fruit Pier; the Fire House, 
with the ever-familiar fire boat, "The Cataract"; the 
sugar refinery; the big, busy shipyards, with their 
yellow ships waiting for gray paint, their flickering 
lights from the blow torches, their "ack-ack" ma- 
chine gun sound of riveting. There were smells, too — 

(Continued on page 8) 

— And we aren't kidding! How would you like 
to answer these? 

1. Where Would you like to have been on New Year's 


2. Where were you on New Year's Eve? (Notice the 

"similarity" of their answers!) 
Miss Baker: 1. "Been in New York City and seen a 

nice play." 2. "Home by the fireside." 
Virginia B.: 1. "This comes so unexpected." (What 
doesn't these days?) 2. "Went to a U.S.O. dance." 
Charlotte B.: 1. "Guess what I did!" (Enough said.) 
Betty B.: 1. "Oh— gone out with Vinnie." 2. "Can't 

say." (Why not Betty?) 
Betty G.: 1. "Are you kidding?" 2. "Don't ask me." 
Dotty P.: 1. "Gone to a mid-night show and had a 

a party." 2, "Went to bed." 
Carlyn T.: 1. "Been with Bill." 2. "With Bill." (Oh 

well, we can't all be lucky!) 
Helen M.: 1. "None of your business!" 2. "Went to 

church." (She didn't know that this would be 

Ruth C. : 1. "Exactly what I did, only with different 

people." (Pick, choose, and refuse is an old proverb, 

Jean L.: 1. "Go out and have a wonderful time." 

2. "Went to bed." 
Sue C: 1. "Can't repeat it." (Now Sue!) 2. "Re- 
fused a date, sat home dreaming." (Must be a good 

reason, we wonder?) 
Kay K. : 1. "Been with a nice tall, blue-eyed Air Corps 

man and . . ? . . in a car." 2. "Sat home writing 

Alma C: 1. "Ditto with Kay." 2. "Played poker." 
Marjorie Y.: 1. "Had a party for fellows from over- 
seas." (Not a bad idea.) 2. "Went to a party." 

(Wasn't it the right kind Marjorie?) 
Bee K. : 1. "Go to a night club and celebrate like ? . . ." 

(Oh well!) 2. "Went to a party." 
Jane B.: 1. "Spend it at Aberdeen Proving Grounds." 

2. "Went to bed at ten." 
Jessie M.: 1. "Oh, I don't know." 2. "Went to bed at 

nine." Jessie believes early to bed and early to 

rise .... 
Mary T. S.: 1. "I can't think." (Most of us don't or 

can't this night.) 2. "Went to movies." 
Betty T.: 1. "This comes as a shock." 2. "That's a 

long story." (Do tell us Betty.) 
Janet C: 1. "Just what I did." 2. "In an accident— 

but it was exciting, I tell you." (Take it away, 


(Continued on page 8) 


Group packed their lunches again but this time 
they didn't have on their walking shoes. Instead the 
group dressed in their Sunday best and boarded the 
train heading for Washington. Once there the gals 
headed straight for the Smithsonian Institute where 
they were the guests of Dr. Schmidt, head curator of 
biology at the Natural History Museum. (Those of 
us who were here last year remember Dr. Schmidt 
and the interesting slides he showed of the Galapagos 
Islands.) The group, after going through the museum, 
had lunch in Dr. Schmidt's office. Dr. Schmidt 
proved to be the perfect host — even furnished fruit, 
candy, cake and beverages. Need it be said everyone 
had a most delightful time? 

The drive for the World Student Service Fund that 
the Student Christain Association sponsored was a 
great success. The goal of $111.11 was passed by 
$11.41. It's gratifying to those who gave so generously 
to know that money will be used to aid some fellow 
student in continuing his education in spite of the 
fact that he is a prisoner of war. 

The A.A. has made plans to entertain the alumni 
of S.T.C. sometime soon. Our students will play 
basketball with the guests. It'll be hard to decide for 
which side to root. Shall it be our fellow classmates 
or mother's classmates? It'll be fun regardless. 

The Chimes Guild helped greatly in spreading the 
Christmas atmosphere. The members wearily pulled 
themselves out of bed at 6 A. M. the last day of school 
to go through the halls of the dorm singing carols — a 
wonderful way to be awakened! 

The seventeenth of December was almost as big a 
day for the Glee Club as Christmas. Miss Weyforth 
and her cherubs piled into a bus and visited the 
Marine Hospital in Baltimore and from there on to 
Aberdeen. Just goes to show the girls of S. T.C. 
aren't partial when they visit both the marines and 
soldiers — but what happened to the navy — maybe 
next time. 

The Theater Guild gave an assembly program in- 
cluding Dickens' Christmas Carol without which 
Christmas would be incomplete. 

The club pioneering in feeling the Christmas spirit 
is the Art Club which was thinking of Christmas when 
it began this term. Those wise people who joined it 
had some very lovely handmade gifts to give as 

The Challenge 

strike the last note of midnight — cries of Happy 
New Year break the early morning stillness — and 
another year is history. As we think back upon 1944, 
it wasn't a very joyous year for the world; but it was 
another year that brought us just a little closer to 
Victory and Peace. 

Men with great courage did "Big Things" for the 
United Nations last year — 1944. There were those at 
Tarawa, and the Solomon's, and those at Leyte, 
Pelelieu, and the Gilberts; all giving, sacrificing and 
asking nothing in return. Yes, 1944 was a year full of 
sacrifice, heartbreak and courage. 

The United States went to the polls in November 
and reelected Franklin D. Roosevelt for a fourth 
term. (Remember that day at S.T.C?) 

Last year was a year of conferences — Casablanca, 
Dumbarton Oaks — planning for Victory and the Peace 
to come. 

And then we were a nation in mourning, for three 
great men passed on in 1944 — Secretary of the Navy, 
Frank Knox, Alfred Smith, and Wendell Wilkie. 

The Sports World played on in 1944 — Baltimore 
"stuck with those Birds" and brought home the Little 
World Series pennant. The St. Louis Cardinals took 
the World Series Pennant away from the St. Louis 
"Browns," in a series of breath-taking games. Yes, 
and Army beat the Navy in a great game at our own 
Baltimore Stadium. 

Broadway had its usual year of triumphs and we 
remember Margaret Sullivan in "The Voice of the 
Turtle," the lavish musical, "Oklahoma" plus scores 
of others. Hollywood gave us "Wilson," "Going 
My Way," "The White Cliffs of Dover," "For Whom 
the Bell Tolls" and "Mrs. Parkington"; 1944 was a 
star studded year. 

Yes, and it was an unforgettable year — one more 
volume of history made — one more volume penned 
in the blood, sweat, tears, love, and laughter of a 
people determined to remain free! 

We, you and I, face the CHALLENGE of a new 
year. And as we stand upon the threshold of a future 
unknown, we foresee battles that must be fought and 
won, lives that must be formed, tasks that must be 
completed and a world that must be saved. 

The CHALLENGE is ours — each one of us looks 
forward to a clean slate, a fresh beginning, and a new 
vision of hope. And it is up to us to make each one 
of our dreams a reality — to make this year better for 
our having been privileged to live through it. 




From the Grandstand 

Dear Friends, 

After hiding behind doors, closets; under tables, 
chairs, around in dark corners here and there, I feel it 
about time that I come out into the open and give you 
all a scare. For sometime now I've been dreaming up 
a coming out party. I've been wanting one for so long. 
Life can be very lonely in dark corners sometimes. 
However, the opportunity arose for me to make a 
formal debute (and no debates about it) and to intro- 
duce myself to the world. Dear Friends, I'm now as 
happy and contented as a Bumble Bee. All my life 
I have been seeing and hearing things and up till now 
I haven't said one word. Because you see, up until 
now people haven't asked me, and yet sometimes I 
wished they had 'cause I've thought some pretty 
good things in my time. Being cooped up all day one 
has plenty of time to think (i.e., if one has plenty to 
think with). Very often I should have liked to pour 
my heart and soul out to somebody but there has 
been nobody around to pour it into. Of course, that 
was until the other day. I was messing around in the 
TOWER LIGHT office in a very inconspicious 
corner, when all of a sudden somebody swept me off 
my feet with a dusting cloth, (Yeah, they clean it out 
once and awhile, especially before holidays). Of course 
the jolt set me to weeping bitterly and the Editor of 
the T.L., who was doing the dusting, overheard me, 
spied me and asked me my troubles. Ah, at last, a 
chance to pour out my soul to a real goodness to 
honest human being. And, so help me, I poured it on 
thick and didn't even spill one drop. Well, the young 
girl took pity on me and asked if I would really like to 
meet the public eye. Well, I'm not one to refuse such 
a proposal and I accepted 100%! And the task 
turned out to be writing to you readers of the T.L. 
each month in a column all of my own. What more 
could I ask for (an extention of deadline when copy 
is due). 

Signed : 


Hokus Pokus 

P. S. If any of you "school worn" readers wish to con- 
sult me on personal problems, I'll be glad to assist to 
the best of my ability. Remember — I have plenty of 
time to think in "Cuddle Corner" — (my hangout) so 
kindly address your letters to Hokus Pokus, care of 
T.L. Ed. and mail to the T.L. Office. 

P. S. Jr.— H.P. never writes a letter without a P.S., 
so whether it be from the Ed. or from H.P. Dear 
Friends will always have a P.S. 

A variety of sports had been kept in full swing thru 
the untiring efforts of Miss Roach and Miss Daniels. 
This, plus the girls' keen interest in activities in 
athletics, contributed to may enjoyable afternoons in 
the gym as well as on the field. The Fall and early 
winter seasons were crowed with real sports — archery, 
soccer, and hockey. Archery proved to be great fun, 
despite the bruised arms and broken arrows. We can 
count on the archers to bring home the meat now, 
even if our ration points have suddenly expired ! Our 
"delicate ferns" also turned out in a crowd for the 
soccer elective. The game was fast and furious, 
especially after Miss Roach offered a prize of ten 
points to the winning team and five points to the 
other team toward their athletic awards. Both teams 
boasted of a good many Charley horses after this 
elective was over. Hockey, like soccer, had a small 
list of "casualities." No one was really hurt because 
of the excellent equipment provided by the A. A. It 
made us feel like professionals when we hopped into 
our uniforms. As a matter of fact, we became so sure 
of our ability that we agreed to take on Towson High 
and Goucher. The two games provided lots of hard 
earned fun. We beat Towson and tied Goucher. 

We are proud of our super line up: 
Forwards — Shutz, Koenig, Smyrk, Hayden, Zieman, 

Zimmerman, Gross. 
Halfbacks — Martin, Patrick, Callahan. 
Fullbacks — Mosier, Cronhardt, Merson, Hart. 
Goalie — Urey. 

We were glad to have had the chance to meet some 
of the Goucher girls who are staying in our dorm. 
They were excellent sports, played seriously and 
joked in between times. There was one incident that 
I thought particularly amusing. A Goucher student 
and a Towson student were both hitting at the ball. 
The ball became locked between the feet of the 
Goucher student who made no attempt to free the 
ball. Of course the Towson student intended to break 
the deadlock and shove the ball out with her stick. 
The Goucher student seeing that we were such go- 
getters, became so astonished that she opened her 
feet while exclaiming "Oh, my gosh" — and the ball 
rolled out with the slightest tap. Naturally this led to 
a goal! She explained later that one of our girls said 
that we were all amateurs, knowing very few of the 
rules— and it seems as though she believed her. Some- 
times it does pay to be modest. At any rate, we had a 
good fight on our hands for the remainder of the game. 

The elective participants have just begun a new 
series of sports, badminton and basketball. 




Conference on Teacher Education for the Faculties 
of the State Teachers Colleges and the Elementary 
Supervisers of Baltimore and the Maryland Counties. 

Sponsored by the State Teachers College at 
Towson, Maryland 




seen by the staff of the Commission on Teacher 

Dr. Charles E. Prall, Commission on Teacher 

The experiences of a college which participated in 
the five-year study of the Commission on Teacher 

Miss Roxana A. Steele, Western Michigan College 
of Education. 

Understanding of human developement and be- 
havior as principles or emphases to be followed in all 
teacher education procedures and practices. 

Dr. Daniel A. Prescott, Commission on Teacher 
Education, American Council on Education. 

Bases for curriculum reorganization; how to evalu- 
ate the teachers college curriculum; approved pattern 
of teacher education. 

Dr. Robert H. Morrison, State Department of 
Education, New Jersey. 

How to provide an effective system of counseling 
to College students; anecdotal records and their 

Dr. Daniel A. Prescott. 

Evaluation in Teacher Education Dr. Maurice E. 
Troyer, Syracuse University. 

The proposed program of education for Maryland, 
Dr. Thomas E. Pullen, Jr., State Superintendent of 

The program here presented will give an idea of the 
scope of the conference which took place at State 
Teachers College immediately upon the departure of 
the students for the Christmas holidays. To get the 
sense and emotion of it one must needs have attended. 

In spite of a slight snowfall and slippery roads the 
supervisers throughout the State, the superintendents 

of counties, and the faculties of the teachers colleges 
arrived by train and automobiles from the North, 
South, East and West. They were delightful guests 
full of enthusiastic response and appreciative of all our 
efforts at hospitality. They liked the Christmas 
decorations spreading the glamor of the season 
throughout the college; they liked the fresh and dainty 
rooms prepared for them by the students; they liked 
the dinner — and what a dinner! — which warmed 
more than the cockles of their hearts on that first 
evening; they liked the efficiency and friendliness of 
the charming waitresses who lent their youth and 
grace to that august group. Would that they could 
have seen more of our students! After dinner Dr. 
Brail and Miss Steele spoke upon topics in which they 
struck many responsive chords. We are following 
trends, and we are also suffering the throes of curricu- 
lum changes; so we listened with understanding and 
responded with sympathy. Miss Steele, a sister of our 
own Miss Irene Steele, revealed a humorous under- 
standing of folk ways in educational circles. We 

After a nights rest and a good breakfast the mem- 
bers of the conference met with renewed vigor. The 
first speaker, Dr. Prescott, draped his handsome per- 
son on a table and nonchalantly took us into his con- 
fidence. In his point of view all the social sciences, 
biology, and psychiatry combine to throw light upon 
the child. With skillful penetration he analyzed and 
synthesized the many elements combined in a child, 
revealing backgrounds behind backgrounds as one 
shifts the scenery of a stage, and upon it all throwing 
the aura of his own personality. He knows and loves 
people. Dr. Morrison next spoke upon the curriculum. 
We spoke not in terms of subjects but of the purposes 
of the teacher in developing responsible, well informed 
and well adjusted citizens. The two talks were a 
happy complement to each other, the one saying, 
"Understand the material with which you work"; and 
the other, "Know what you are trying to make out of 
your material to contribute to a better world." 

The talk given the following morning by Dr. 
Troyer stressed the necessity of having the learner 
understand the tools of education, be able to use them 
on himself, and to "take" the results with a mind to 
his own growth and development. 

Our state superintendent, Dr. Pullen, opened the 
Thursday morning session with an exposition of his 
new program of education for Maryland. This pro- 
gressive and masterly plan is of such significance to 


all young people becoming teachers, that a condensa- 
tion of it here would be unfair. It should appear at 
some length in a future issue of this magazine, so that 
upon its appearance before the legislature you will 
understand it and watch with keen apprehension the 
treatment of this bold, constructive measure for the 
growth of our schools. It is good to know that Mary- 
land's Educational future has been planned by a 
gentleman, a scholar, and a man of action. 

The less significant hours of the conference, if any 
could be so classified, were given to group conferences, 
entertainment and the drinking of tea — all most 
enjoyable. Out of the meetings of study groups of 
kindred interests grew reports. These were highly 
enlivening, particularly that of our Miss Weyforth 
who upon the peak of her Weyforthian wit brought 
down the house; (Ask her what she said). 

When the conference ended shortly after noon on 
Thursday, our consultants expressed their pleasure in 
meeting this group of Maryland educators and said 
that Dr. Pullen and Dr. Wiedefeld were in themselves 
sufficient proof that education in Maryland is safe. 
Many new friendships had been formed, many old 
ones renewed, and all had seen a vision — a future 
world full of hard work for teachers, but one with far 
greater opportunity for professional growth and ser- 
vice. New courage comes with the new day. A new 
day. A new light breaks. Perhaps Dr. Morrison 
touched it off with the words, "He that teaches a 
child, labors with God in his workshop." 

Helen Stapleton 

Literary— {Continued from page 4) 

pungent and earthy — guano (fertilizer to you land- 
lubbers), spices, and the strong, salty odors of water 
and wind. The ferry passes Fort McHenry, that 
jutting rock pile of historic significance that so many 
Baltimoreans have been "meaning to see" for so very 
long. And if you "look sharp" you can see those 
long, dun-colored Navy and Coast-Guard Barracks 
at the Fort and at Curtis Bay. But soon, all sight of 
land was lost and "Smoky Joe" was plowing through 
an uncluttered open field of gray-blue, restless water. 
It was a little rougher now, the white caps were more 
numerous, and the motor was throbbing harder. We 
were meeting other boats too — agile tugs; ships flying 
foreign flags, battle-stained — at rest for just a little 
while; fishing vessels with fenders of knotted ropes to 
make the tough going a little easier. 

After a while, I went inside to warm up a bit. The 

cabin was thick with cigarette smoke and was ringing 
with the raucous voices of excited card players, the 
bang of Java mugs (coffee cups to the uninitiated), and 
the jingle of the cash register. The scene was embel- 
lished with the rusty gleam of gold spittoons, once re- 
splendent fixtures of grandeur, now laughing re- 
minders of "the good old days." I progressed to the 
lower deck of the ferry — a few cars were parked there, 
and lounging colored boys kept an eye on them while 
they went about their chores. You have to keep back 
from the bow of the boat here — the water spills over 
the open front onto the deck with every rough wave — 
and you find yourself clutching air to keep your 
balance and your breath. 

Old Fort Carroll and Seven-Foot Knoll Light- 
house were now behind. The "Smoky Joe" was ap- 
proaching its destination — Love Point. The sea gulls, 
with their great gray-white wings, cried lonely as 
they sailed gracefully overhead in big, lazy circles, 
watching hungrily for harbor refuse. As the boat 
docked, the passengers gathered up their belongings 
and filed slowly down the steps to the little station 
platform-wharf below. The electric-light bulbs on the 
wharf threw a feeble light out into the late afternoon 
mist, and the boat pulled itself together for the return 
trip. It had been an interesting little journey — fun 
for one who likes the water in sun or storm. But if 
your're a land-lubber, just forget I even mentioned it! ! 

Eileen Lynch, Junior 4 

Strictly Feminine— (Continued from page 4) 

Betty J.: 1. "Just what I did." 2. "It was foggy that 
night." (We wonder??) 

Mary J.; 1. "Wouldn't want it printed." (Sorry folks, 
that's all she would say.) 

Phyllis C: 1. "Lots of things." 2. "Nothing enter- 
Miss Langford: 1. "I don't know." 2. "Visiting." 

Mrs. Brouwer: 1. "Been in California." 2. "We were 
snowbound but had an enjoyable evening listening 
to the radio." 

Peggy T.: 1. "I would like to have gone to the party 
with the boy that asked me but mother wouldn't 
let me." 2. "I didn't even know it was midnight. 
I was dancing with a man that came up to my chin." 

More engagements? I should say! 

Lucy Goldsmith to Mr. • 

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<§ ESQUIRE, INC., 1945 

Reprinted from the March issue of Esquire 


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Women's Page 
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Dear Friends From the Grandstand 

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Literary Mrs. Stapleton, Dr. Crabtree 

Art Mrs. Brouwer 

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Editor Evelyn Morris 

In Appreciation 

Volume XII, No. 46 
FEBRUARY • 1945 

February, 1945 

on some pertinent subject. In fact, it's not even 
going to be an editorial. 

It's to be a "thank you" note to a grand staff, an 
unselfish and untiring board of advisors, an under- 
standing and helpful administration, an interested 
faculty and the nicest to work with student body I've 
ever met. To each and every one of you, I extend my 
deepest appreciation for the way you supported and 
worked for the Tower Light. 

I haven't regretted one minute of the time devoted 
to our paper. Not every minute was one to rejoice in, 
but in the end, the old T.L. seemed worth it. 

Since student teaching does start for me this Feb- 
ruary it's necessary to turn over the editorship to 
someone who will be in the college for the rest of the 
year. I can think of no more capable and willing 
person than the Tower Light's new editor — Webby 
Sansbury. She is a fine worker and I know you'll like 
her and give her the same willing cooperation that you 
have given me. 

Carry on, Webby, I wish you the best of luck and 
success in your new position. 

In Acknowledgement 

estimated my qualifications. 

Now that I've been chosen to take over this honor- 
able position, I'd like to relate a few important items 
to the faithful readers of the T.L. 

I am starting my editorial career with practically a 
new staff, most of whom are new to this type of work. 
I realize the seriousness of my responsibilities and 
only hope to be able to fulfill those duties to the ut- 
most of my abilities. 

As many of you know, the Tower Light is steadily 
progressing and attaining greater success. With the 
help of the staff, advisors, faculty, administration, and 
student body, I shall keep it that way. 

I shall willingly accept any suggestions for the im- 
provement of the T.L. and do everything to the best 
of my ability to maintain its traditional standards. 

Please remember, this is your paper only when you 
support it. 



it's June in January here on the campus. The 
weather? — no, well hardly! The shrubbery and foli- 
age? — not unless we think in terms of snowball 
flowers. Ah, but, romance! Another case has ap- 
peared among the blushing, but not unintelligent 
freshmen. Cupid's messenger came running to tell me 
about "Dopey" (Doris Miller) and Merrile Cohen, 
saying that it was all just so-o-oo obvious. It's in- 
teresting to have something like this again in our 

And what about Norman as he gaily plays the field 
in the freshman class — (what no more interest in 
certain members of the junior class?) Potentialities! 

And then there is Don, he seems to be a man of 
mystery but who is that sweet little dorm student that 
he is so often seen with — , come, come now Don, 
please stop blushing. 

Harry, our man of the world and also Shirley's man 
— of the world? All kidding aside, there are a few who 
have been wondering who's wonderful melodic voice 
often fills the beloved halls of S.T.C. calling, "Harry, 
oh Harry", which reminds me — "Heathcliffffff", 

Many of us have fallen for the tight trousered ser- 
vicemen at the Navy League. At one recent dance 
some of our best co-eds were at St. Paul Street enter- 
taining the boys, dancing to the music of the celebrated 
Coast Guard Band. Baltimore was overrun with 
sailors that week-end, as many ships were anchored in 
our harbor for just a few days. The boys liked us, so 
we'll have to visit them again soon. 

The Glee Club has been entertaining again, bring- 
ing cheer through their singing to the boys. On the 
last Saturday of January during a dance at the U.S.O. 
they shared their talents with the servicemen, and a 
good time was had by all. Miss Weyforth is just the 
lady of their hearts. 

What's the talk about the late Senior Dinner, held 
off the campus! Ask the girls who attended all about 
it, for it was a delicious meal and brought forth lots of 
grand fellowship. There ought to be more of such 

What's your grade? Oh, I have so far to go! Can't 
you see me getting up at 6. o'clock in the morning, in 
the dead of the night! Is that practice teacher very 
hard? Oh. I've heard some terrific tales about it. 
Well, it had to come sooner or later. Buzz, buzz, all 
around the cafeteria, dorm and halls of the Ad Build- 

ing over new student teaching assignments, for the 
Juniors and Seniors. The favorite topic of conversa- 
tion — Student teaching. 

.... New Elections have taken place, so we're off 
to a new start for the coming year. What will it 
bring .... 

What is your idea for a new advisory board system 
here at school? Would you like someone to whom you 
could confidently confide about very personal prob- 
lems? What type of psychology courses do you think 
we should have? Some of the student committees 
were inspired by the faculty panel discussion of Dr. 
Prescott's ideas, and want to do something about 
them. We want your opinions — . Just leave them in 
the Tower Light Office — but quick. 

January 23rd marked the opening of our first big 
drive this year — the Bond Rally, with the stunts, our 
team spirit, and the drawing of the faculty. The prize 
money, defense stamps, came from the proceeds of our 
Barn Dance last month — . So we're off to a good start. 
What will the next move be? 

Poet's Corner 


Your life is like a garden 

In which you, yourself, must plan, 

The kind of seeds you'd have to plant 

To reap the best you can. 

Perhaps you'd like a row or two 

Of "thoughtfulness" and "cheer," 

Beside which there'd be joy enough 

To last from year to year. 

And naturally, you'd want a row 

Of "unselfishness" and "love," 

Surrounded by, on every side, 

The "sunshine" from above. 

And don't forget to sow the seeds 

Of "friendship," "peace," and "smiles," 

For they are also needed 

To make your life worthwhile. 

Betty Anne Spruill 



-Strictly Feminine 


who has been serving in the South Pacific as a 
Navy flier. Norm, of the class of '40, has recently 
been promoted to a Junior Grade Lieutenant. 

To Lieutenant Morton D. Weiner of the Army 
Signal Corps who has just been assigned to Holibird 
Signal Depot at Baltimore. Lieutenant Weiner was 
commissioned on October 25th and married a day 
later. He rates double congratulations. 

Blood, Sweat, and Tears. To our G.I.'s this phrase 
has indeed become a stark reality. Men from S.T.C. 
in the armed forces have not been excepted. There is 
proof of this in the report that some of our alumni 
have been wounded. We record their names in this 
column with pride. Pride, not in the fact that they 
have been wounded, but in the fact that their letters 
and reports of their recovery give evidence of their 
courage and bravery. 

Haven Kolb — '36 — of the U. S. Army was wounded 
in action somewhere in France. He has been awarded 
the Purple Heart. 

Lieutenant (j.g.) August Jansen (U.S.N. R.), of 
the class of '31, was wounded while serving in the 
Pacific. He has not fully recovered, but is able to do 
some work and is now stationed at San Diego, Cali- 

Since November 21st, Lieutenant Oswald Spellman 
(Army) — ex '44 — has been in a hospital recovering 
from shrapnel wounds and combat exhaustion. 
Bound for Overseas: 

Lieutenant T. T. Lawlis of the Army Transporta- 
tion Corps is now on orders to go across. He is now 
at Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania. 

Just off the Sweep 274, Ensign H. C. Refo is head- 
ing for Miami and then the South Pacific. 

Lieutenant Sydney J. Baker has been transferred 
from the Air Corps to the Infantry. He is getting 
ready to go overseas. 

Lieutenants Lawlis and Baker and Ensign Refo 
visited the college recently. 

Over there: 

With the Eighth Air Force in England, Lieutenant, 
Richard I. Pulse, Jr., is flying B-24 Liberators. 

Samuel "Mickey" Sharrow — '39 — is now stationed 
in India. 

In India also is Corporal Earl Wellemeyer, ex '46 
with the U.S.A.A.F. 
FEBRUARY • 1945 

Phil Beshore gets a penny with everyone of Pres' 
letters. Ask her what they are for? 

Barbara Baden got five letters from five different 
service men in one day. Could it be that the southern 
accent gets them? 

**It is rumored that Lyn Temple is expecting wed- 
ding bells in June. Bill graduates from Annapolis then. 
Marlyn Eimers goes to Annapolis a lot too; a Cali- 
fornia belle and a Navy middie make a wonderful 

Charlotte Gross got one dozen roses. No surprise 
until I discovered they weren't from Peek. 

Did you know that Betty Wailes models clothes in 
her spare time? I'll bet she increases the sales by at 
least 50%. 

What's this we hear about Betty Lee Granger's ex- 
pecting a diamond ring? 

Ev Pearl's been doing All Right — three letters from 
Germany in one week isn't bad — not to mention the 
perfume and furs she received from Paris during Yule- 
tide. I hear Wedding Bells, and they aren't so far off 

When two college friends meet in the middle of the 
South Pacific, that is news; and especially when those 
two friends are former students of S.T.C. The two 
notables — Quentin Thomas and Narcis Hutton — the 
topic of conversation — I'll leave it to you! ! 

** Remember— this is STRICTLY FEMININE. 

G.I. Column 

Army News: 

Robert Bishop of the class of '43, has arrived at 
Gander Lake, Newfoundland. 

Thedore Katencamp — ex '44 — is with the engineers 
at Fort Jackson, South Carolina. He completed a 
twelve week course in electricity in New York in 

Sidney Blum — '43 — was recently transferred to the 
medical department of Nichols General Hospital in 
Louisville, Kentucky. 

Kenneth Martin — '43 — is stationed at Chanute 
Field, Illinois. He is there for a six week course in 

And we almost forgot Harry B. Fishpaugh, Jr., who 
is now an administrative clerk in a Fifteenth Air 
Force Service Command signal company in Italy 
has been promoted to the rank of sergeant. Con- 
gratulation ! 



"The Parting Guest" 

the passing of Mr. William R. Flowers. Those of 
us who knew him feel that most keenly. A prominant 
phase of his work and activities directly concerned us, 
for he was always interested in the young teachers our 
college provided the city schools. He seemed to see in 
them the essential elements of enthusiasm and pro- 
gressiveness, and they saw in him a direct and sym- 
pathetic contact with the chief administrators. 

Some qualities in everyone who lives are offensive 
to someone, but when that person "crosses the bar" 
these become infinitely unimportant; and, happily, we 
remember and cherish only the universally attractive 
ones. We will always remember, I think, his sense of 
humor, kindness, and encouraging interest. 

Not only did he associate himself with the student 
teachers, but with the children as well. I recall his 
speaking of Benny, a little Chinese boy in Miss Leut- 
ner's fourth grade class. Benny was flanked on all 
sides in the classroom by little girls . . . one in front, 
one in back, and one on each side. Indignantly, he 
protested, "I just can't stand it!" 

Mr. Flowers delighted in telling that story to the 
various classes that he visited. 

Several times during my experience, he greatly en- 
riched lessons with his own personal narratives apropos 
of the subject. Once, while witnessing a lesson on the 
airplane, in the sixth grade, he told the class of the 
very first airplane flight over Baltimore and of the 
sensation it caused among the citizenry .The children 
were fascinated and the teacher indebted. 

Now the visit is finished, the guest has departed and 
I think he would have echoed Tennyson's immortal 

"And may there be no moaning at the bar 
When I put out to sea." 
But greater lines than these are to give hope in an 
hour of hesitancy and in a time of uncertainty. Speak- 
ing of the dead in one of his letters to the Corinthians, 
Paul said, 

"Death is swallowed up in victory. 
O death, where is thy sting? O grave where is thy 

The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin 

is the law. 
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory 

through our Lord Jesus Christ." 

Esther Spaeth 


New School Program Given Legislature 

A smaller schoolroom classes and establishment of 
the twelve-year curriculum throughout the state." 
This may sound like a pedagogue's dream but there's 
a chance for this dream to actually be fulfilled. Has 
someone at last decided to be the "Knight in Shining 
Armor" for the poor overworked, underpaid teacher? 
Pedagogic potentialities take heed! This may be of 
interest to you. Our own Governor O'Conor has sub- 
mitted to the Maryland Legislature the adminstra- 
tion's new educational program. 

In his message to the legislators on the new school 
program, the Governor said: 

"In the years ahead, the problems to be solved will 
require the utmost of learning and skill that can be de- 
veloped in the coming generation. The great army of 
schoolchildren now in the grade and high schools, and 
those to come after them, will need the very best in 
educational opportunities in order to equip them for 
the exacting tasks to be performed in the post-war 
world. We must have for them the most advanced 
methods and we must retain and expand the present 
efficient force of loyal public-spirited teachers. 

"The adoption of the twelve-year course through- 
out the State will give the remaining one-half of the 
800,000 children in the public schools of Maryland 
benefit of this additional training. The reduction of 
the size of classes will made possible greater individual 
attention resulting in marked improvement in the 
children in our schools. 

"The public-school teachers well deserve the re- 
vision of the salary schedules. In order that proper 
standards of living may be met, the teachers, who 
have entered the profession after lengthy study and 
training, merit a fair wage scale so that they can con- 
tinue in their important field without financial em- 
barrassment. Obviously, more teachers will be needed 
to put this general program into effect and our an- 
nounced policy to eliminate tuition fees in the teachers' 
colleges is designed to attract more students in future 
years .... 

"Furthermore, in one of the bills to be introduced, 
we seek the correction of an oversight which occurred 
in previous legislation. This will equalize the salaries 
of colored supervisors as was done in regard to teachers 
generally .... (Continued on page 8) 



Teaching— Craft or Profession? 

This is the one sided opinion of some 
"uninformed" Citizens of Baltimore 

WFeachers have long claimed to be 

-i- 'professional', but professional is a broad word. 
True professional work is altruistic, giving unselfish 
service to fellow men. At least, that is the professional 

Thousands of teachers have been leaving the class 
room during the war, forgetting the 'service of love' 
and thinking only of their lust for money. They have 
complained of low wages and rising costs of living, as 
well as the crowded conditions of the class room. 
Many other teachers stuck to their jobs, however, but 
with service in mind? No! They continue because of 
the relative post-war security of a teaching position. 
Many enter the 'profession' because teaching sounds 
like a 'soft' job, one with long summer vacations and 
shorter hours, with no swing shift. Is this professional 

Teaching also has degenerated considerably be- 
cause of the routine and mechanical habits it imposes. 
Often a teacher is a repeater of text-books or a drill 
sergeant. Does this type of work require professional 
minds? Is it even a professional activity? 

Teaching can be called a craft, and teachers, 
craftsmen, who would like to be called professional. 
They are not even satisfied with the term, semi-pro- 
fessional. The ideals of the individuals in teaching 
have limited its professional standing and made it 
merely a craft." 

Now that you have read one side of the argument, 
we present the point of view which we hold, and which 
you, as potential teachers, should have as an answer 
for similar arguments. 

Do you know that more than one hundred thousand 
students are deciding each year to prepare for teach- 
ing? And does "Mr. Average American" really realize 
that teaching is a profession which claims among its 
numbers men and women upon whose shoulders rests 
the future of American Democracy? 

Sad to state too many John Does and Mary Smiths 
are still submerged in the dark ages when it comes to 
teaching. Their idea of the average teacher meets 
about the standard of the 1800's when there were few 
requirements for teaching; anyone who could discipline 
a class, or keep order, and drill the students with the 
material found in the crude text-books of the day could 
accept a position which gave little pay and still less 

prestige. Education for the teacher was unheard of at 
the time. 

But isn't it about time that Mr. Average Man 
realized that teaching has become an honored pro- 
fession and is no longer employment used to fill in 
those months of the year when other work is scarce? 
Most of the Normal Schools of America have now be- 
come Teachers Colleges. Instead of a grade school 
education, a typical teacher now has four years of 
college work to her credit. The college degree is ob- 
tained by the fulfillment of minimum requirements and 
the teacher who desires promotion must constantly 
improve himself through additional training and pro- 
fessional growth. 

And yet there are people who say that teaching is a 
craft, a trade. 

Can you build the mind of a child as you would 
build a house? Can you develop a human personality 
with a machine? 

But herein lies the task of a teacher. It is up to the 
professional teacher to guide and direct the develop- 
ment of future Americans — to permit the fullest de- 
velopment of the personality, to teach pupils to think 
clearly and to speak fearlessly, and to aid each child as 
a future citizen to qualify for citizenship in a demo- 
cratic nation. 

Can you still say that teaching is a craft? If so give 
the teacher time and a half for the overtime he gives 
in marking papers and in preparation of records and 
reports, pay him for the extra hours spent in helping a 
struggling child and for his participation in community 
work, night school and wartime rationing. 

The teacher could go into a spectacular field and 
claim a far greater salary, but there's a certain satis- 
faction in helping to give a small child a start in life — 
the same satisfaction that a physician must have when 
he saves a human life. 

A craft — or a profession?? That's for the American 
people to decide. 

Student Teaching Boners 

Proof that in student teaching anything can happen 
and usually does: 

One enthusiastic and progressive young student 
while teaching subtraction in the primary grades said, 
"If you had two apples in your lunch and I took them 
away, what would you have left?" 

"Sandwiches," came the brilliant reply. 

(Continued on page 8) 


Two Sides of the Tracks 

Jones gazed, at length and with care, into the 
cracked dirty mirror, sighed once, ecstatically, then 
made a clucking noise with his tongue, in appreciative 
admiration of the image he presented. Yas, sirree, he 
sho was a handsom' spectacle of Darktown manhood 
tonight! Zeb turned his head to one side, creased his 
forehead in worried concentration, and picked up the 
comb to give his kinky "wool" head a final one-over. 
Then he picked up his extraordinarily wide-brimmed 
hat, a requisite of every good zoot-suiter's apparel, 
clicked his heels together, saucily saluted his image, 
and walked jauntily out into the noisy city street. 

At first Zeb felt painfully conscious of his new- 
found personality. But then he thought of Amber 
Drake — of her white, even teeth flashing against dark, 
creamy skin, of her beautiful clothes, which showed 
off to the best advantage her natural attributes, and 
further enhanced her God-given attractions. She was 
a maid in an exclusive home on Park Avenue, and her 
"mistress" gave Amber many fine clothes she no 
longer wanted. "Amber an' me'll sho shine at the 
Jitterbug Ball tonight," Zeb said to himself, and as he 
thought of Amber's admiration and of the becoming 
night's fun, he quickened his steps and made haste 
towards Amber's house. 

Amber's mother opened the door. "Ambah's still 
upstaihs dressin'," she said. She eyed Zeb throughly, 
then flattered, "Man, oh man, yo fallin to a milium 
dollahs or sumpin', big boy? Dat am de strikenest 
outfit dese eyes has evah seen or evah hopes to see — 
man, oh man!" Hands on hips, she stepped backward 
to get a better view of Zeb, as Amber, in a skin-tight 
red jersey number, swayed "hippily" down the stairs. 
Amber had planned to pause dramatically at just the 
right spot on the stairs to impress Zeb to the fullest 
degree with her magnificence, but when her eyes fell 
upon him, she uttered a weak little cry and ran the 
rest of the way down the steps. 

"Oh, Zeb, honey, you are de hansomest man I evah 
did see! Wheah didja git that suit, darlin'? Yo 
shoulders look so broad — oh, an' yo trousahs, that 
taperin' line. Um, um, yo sho are some scrumptuous!" 

Zeb basked delightedly in the warmth of this 
sincere and forthright admiration, and fumbled with 
some embarrassment with his gold watch chain, knee- 
length. Amber's exaultation continued. "Boy, am I 
gonna make that Pearl Crown sit up an' take notice! 
She's been makin' sheep's eyes at yo, an' when she sees 
I got yo fust, jealously am gonna' be a mild word!" 

"Ah, come on, honey. Let's go to the dance and for- 
get about Pearl. We got some rug-cuttin' to do, an' it 
ain't gettin' any earlier. Besides, when that Mat 
Thomas sees yo in that dress, baby, I'se gonna be too 
busy lookin' out fo my own interests to be thinkin' 
about that Crown gal." With this sage and diplomatic 
observation, Zeb soothed an imaginary wrinkle from 
his enormous bright colored bow-tie, said good-bye to 
Amber's mother, firmly grasped Amber's elbow and 
steered her, chattering gaily toward the sidewalk. 

It happended that on this same night another ball 
was being held — but of quite a different nature. It 
was the annual Bachelor's Cotillion, and Mr. and 
Mrs. Weatherspoon and their debutante daughter, 
Clarice, were driving downtown in an open carriage 
drawn by two dappled grey horses, at the very moment 
when Zeb and Amber began strutting down the side- 
walk. Mr. Wetherspoon had been assured that trans- 
portation via horse and buggy was quite stylish among 
the upper crust these days, having become popular 
through a patriotic desire to save gasoline. Mrs. 
Weatherspoon and her daughter were dressed in the 
latest fashion, sporting new knee-length evening 
dresses, under silver fox and mink. Mr. Weather- 
spoon, after calling out their destination to the cabby, 
had settle back in the hansom to wrestle with the 
stiff collar of his tuxedo. He, unlike his womenfolk, 
had long ceased to receive pleasure from donning 
formal attire. 

As the hack stopped for a red light, Mrs. Weather- 
spoon, who had been looking out at the street from her 
side of the carriage suddenly leaned forward a bit, 
peered rather closely at the outer scene, and exclaimed 
in an amused tone which caused Clarice to lean for- 
ward also. "Why, I do believe that's Amber Drake! — 
You know Clarice, the one who works for Adelaide 
Simmons. Don't you remember that dress, dear — the 
one the Drake girl has on? I remember when Ade- 
laide wore it — about a year ago, I think it was!" 

"Yes, mama," Clarice replied, "and is she strutting! 
And do look at the amazing character with her! I've 
heard of zoot-suits, but that's a zoot-suit to end all 
zoot-suits! It really has everything — padded football 
shoulders, long coat, balloned trousers, chain and tie, 

and the hat !" Clarice was laughing so hard she 

could say no more. 

"I wonder why the law allows such an atrocity on 
the street!" Mrs. Weatherspoon laughed. "Those two 
darkies are funny enough for a circus sideshow! 

(Continued on page <?) 



induction service in Richmond Hall, January 29th. 
In a formal ceremony, the older marshalls presented 
the new members with their arm-bands. Awards were 
given to those who graduate in February. After the 
business meeting, refreshments were served, giving 
the marshals a chance to really get acquainted with 
one another. 

What we've been waiting for — another public ap- 
pearance of the orchestra. "Stardust," "Together," 
"Don't Fence Me In," and "Always" were the tunes 
floating through the foyer one Monday noon. And 
this time the phonograph wasn't playing. Our own 
orchestra was furnishing the music and it was worth 
waiting for. What a lovely way to spend a lunch 
hour — dancing to an orchestra ! 

Dr. Dowell, advisor of the Natural History Group, 
gave tickets to members of the Club for the Lyric. 
The lecture, given by Herbert Knapp, was entitled 
"Figi — Cannibal Land of Yesterday." A film of the 
extraordinary fire-walking ceremony of the Fijions 
was included in the program also. 

If you've heard the Glee Club practicing lately 
you've probably heard such songs as "There's Some- 
thing About a Soldier," "I'll Be Seeing You" and 
"Don't Fence Me In" (That song gets around, doesn't 
it?) And you've probably guessed what that means — 
the Glee Club is off to the U.S.O. again. As far as 
keeping up the morale of the service men goes the Glee 
Club is tops — "There's Something About the Glee 
Club That is fine, fine, fine." 

The members of the Little Theatre Group have de- 
cided to postpone their plans for getting down to work 
on the play, to be given in the spring, until new officers 
are elected. The election will be held in the early part 
of February. 

May the writer of this column let off a little steam? 
Thanks! Why don't some of these slumbering organi- 
zations wake up? Why wait for spring? What has 
happened to the I.R.C. and the A.C.E. — yes, and the 
Rural Club? Several freshmen were asked what they 
thought of these clubs. The reply was, "Never heard 
of 'em." It is hoped that the dozing members of these 
clubs will be awakended and put into action — but 
FEBRUARY • 1945 

Dear Friends, 

Well, howdy-doody! Oh, you don't doody so goot, 
eh! Tch-tch! Well neither does me, so shall we blame 
it on the weather — or just truthfully admit that we've 
contacted a simple case of "prodiemelfixalthosis." 
Now isn't that a pretty word? (Hm-n, I wish I knew 
what it meant 'cause maybe I could use it sometime.) 
But Oh ! what a pity, the dictionary doesn't have it in 

I understand from my sponsors that my contract 
calls for some attempt at humor (you know, the kind 
that if at first you don't succeed . . . then look out.) 

As yet my repertoir of Hokus-Pokus is greatly 
limited (the limit being rock-bottom.) However, I 
dropped in on Glee Club a few rehersals ago, in time 
to catch this one. Quote: 

"Mrs. Sournote was greatly disturbed over the 
strange behavior of her husband and insisted that he 
visit the family physician. On consulting the "Doc," 
Mr. Sournote agreed that his case was due to an over 
indulgence of alcoholic beverages. He couldn't tell 
his wife that, so he tried thinking of an excuse for his 
ailment. On his way home he stopped in front of the 
music store window and noticed a sign bearing a very 
significant word. When his wife inquired of his con- 
dition he calmly answered, "Just a slight case of 

a of — syncopation, dear." Not believing him, 

she looked it up in the dictionary, and this is what she 
found: syn-co-pa-tion : "a succession of uneven beats 
from bar to bar." 

Now from our dormitory bright sayings department 
comes this one: Says Jeannie: "When I took my 
father's picture last year I cut off his feet." Says 
Char: "Tch-tch! Well I hope you didn't make it too 

A few magazine quips ought to close this session, so 
here goes. 

Old turtle to young turtle: "When you get to my 
age you begin to slow down." 

Commanding officer to soldiers packed like sardines 
on an army transport: "I want to make it very clear 
to you men that this is NOT a luxury cruise." 

Bombardier to crew on approaching three attractive 
young ladies: "Remember, now when the target is 
sighted the bombardier is in charge." 

P. S. Submit your latest and bestest jokes to me in 
care of the Tower Light. 

Professional— (Continued from page 4) 

"I lay this program before you with the utmost con- 
fidence that you will agree with the recommendations 
and that you will cooperate to the fullest by giving 
approval to the proposals advanced. 

"In the years to come I believe that each one of you 
can look back upon this 1945 session with the satis- 
faction of knowing that the public educational system 
in Maryland was advanced immeasurably at this 
session. The fulfillment of this program, in the interest 
of our public schools, will have a beneficial influence 
upon the future of our State and of its citizens in the 
years ahead." 

The Challenge — {Continued j "ram page 5) 

The English language often of itself becomes a 
"stumbling block" to student teachers. In the fourth 
grade Bonnie Fox was attempting to clarify the spell- 
ing of "too." 

"How do you spell too when it means also?" she 
asked one lad. 

"A-l-s-o," he said. 

This modern age is a corruption to our modern 
youth. Just ask Esther Spaeth. She knows! During 
a reading lesson on word meaning in Grade 3 the word 
"substitute" came up. Esther decided to do some 
"incidental teaching." Putting the word on the board, 
she asked someone to tell its meaning. One child 
excitedly waved his hand with the light of dawn in his 
eyes. "I know," he said. "A substitute is a woman 
who comes when the teacher is absent." 

Undaunted, Esther continued "fishing for a more 
orthodox definition." Finally the group discovered 
that a substitute takes the place of something and is 
usually not as good as the "real thing." 

Again a child looked inspired. "I know a substi- 
tute," she said exitedly. "Its that stuff my Mommie 
gets at the store when she can't get butter!" 

And that's not bad, my friends, for the 3B! ! 

Several meanings for one word are too many for to- 
day's children. While clarifying a general assignment 
in Olga Solomon's third grade, the teacher soon dis- 
covered that the children did not know the meaning 
of the word "return." (As used in the G.A. it meant 
to "go back.") Following an approved method for 
extracting meanings of words, the teacher felt it safe 
to call on an eager little girl. "Return," she said con- 
fidently, "is 'box it up and take it back'." 

Literary — (Continued from page 6) 

Lemuel! Lemuel! I do believe the man is asleep!" 
She gave Mr. Weatherspoon a playful poke in the 
ribs. Mr. Weatherspoon came out of a foggy dream of 
bank checks and mortages. "Yes, dear!" he yawned. 

"Do look at that colored boy over there, Lemuel! 
Isn't he a scream! I'll bet you wouldn't be caught 
dead in one of those zoot-suits!" 

"Might be a damned sight more confortable than 
this monkey suit," Mr. Weatherspoon muttered, as he 
peered out of the window on his wife's side of the 
carriage. He began to tug again at his collar. 

The light changed. The Weatherspoon carriage 
rolled on down the street. Zeb and Amber hurried 
along the sidewalk. 

We shall never know what Amber and Zeb may 
have thought of the Weatherspoons had they seen 
them. The dark boy and girl were too engrossed in 
mutual admiration, to notice or be concerned with the 
appearance of any other fellow human-beings. But 
had positions been reversed, perhaps they may have 
been as sincerely and genuinely amused as the 
Weatherspoons, with the Weatherspoons at the re- 
ceiving end. After all, the pinch of the shoe is deter- 
mined by the foot which sports it, and you never can 
tell from where you sit how the pictures are going to 
look on the wall. 

Eileen Lynch 

Men's Corner 

Lily Whiters! ! ! 
Hammerhead, too, was converted recently from an 
uncouth, romantical rapscallion to a pure Lily Whiter! 
It took a long time — six withering months — but Papa 
Hartly (he's Li'l Abner's 1st Vice-President), made 
the kid see the other side — the pure side. When he 
was pitched out of Ramblewood's gutter, he was a no 
good innercint bum thet didna mind his maw. With 
a good line and the Doc has thet, Daniel remembered 
all thet his hard workin' maw done did fer him when 
he was a chile of two and a half months. Daniel's 
mouth received a bucket of lye witha good stiff brush 
down the hatch — then only good li'l, clean li'l words 
passed from them there li'l red lips. So now when you 
see Don angelically kick his heels together and ascend 
a mile in the clouds, you'll understand he just had ter 
help St. Peter "Play on His Harp." Don't be aston- 
ished by anything he does — you'll know it's for the 
benefit of that great national organization — "The Lily 


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Shedding soft dews from her ethereal wings, 

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And music on the waves and woods she flings, 

And love on all that lives, and calm on lifeless things. 

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Business Managers Men's Club 

Ruth Cronhardt Norman Schneider 
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Special Advertising 
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Circulation Managers 
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Illia Leonard 
A rt Editors 
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News Editors 
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Helen Wampler Coryne Harmison 

Kay Koenig Sue Callahan 

Contributing Editors 
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Peggy Johnson Marian Smyrk 

Jean Nelson Lynette Schneider 

Pauline Pac Ruth Hoke 

G.I. Clubs 

Mary Tillard Smith Jean Lehman 

Betty Hoffacker Ginny Hurry 

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The Challenge Campus Chatter 

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Lucy Goldsmith Elizabeth Zimmerman 
Helen Nikosski Peggy Crump 

Louis Coffman 
Professional Page 
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Advisory Board 

Literary Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. Stapleton 

Art Mrs. Brouwer 

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Special Assistant 
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Webby Sansbury 

Volume XII, No. 47 

March, 1945 




O The only man who makes no mistakes is the man 

O who never does anything. 

§ Theodore Roosevelt 

O The main issue of life is to keep our loyalty high. 

Oscar T. Olson (Ohio) 

MARCH • 194S 


"Nothing is Constant 
but Change" 

we sat awe-stricken listening to the wonders of 
zoology, botany and psychology. So it is with our 
steadfast T.L. 

May I introduce to you our new staff and welcome 
them to their deserving positions. I would also like to 
thank the former members who have stayed on with 
us and who have so faithfully served on their editorial 
posts. I particularly admire the way in which each 
staff member is not only conscious of his obligation 
but fulfills it to his utmost ability. 

At last we of S.T.C. are realizing how important 
our own Tower Light is. Since it is our only publica- 
tion it needs the support of every college student and 
faculty member. Far too many of you underestimate 
your own abilities. We know how busy you are and 
that it is difficult to find time to sit down and write for 
sheer pleasure but remember the T.L. is your maga- 
zine, and if you want a good magazine of which you 
can be proud it is YOU who must contribute. How- 
ever, it is not entirely for the sake of the T.L. that we 
discuss this but because we think it is a great loss that 
so much potential literary talent is lying dormant. 

For none other than William Cullen Bryant while 
only in his sophomore year at Williams College wrote 
the ever popular "Thanotopsis". 

Looking further, we find that in 1836 James Russell 
Lowell, who was then a senior at Harvard, wrote some 
of the poems that have been included in final editions 
of his works. 

George Edward Woodberry earned part of his 
college expenses by writing, while Edna St. Vincent 
Milley at Vassar, in her senior year, took the leading 
part in her own poetical play, "The Princess Marries 
the Page". 

You have but to glance through the first few pages 
and you will find the long talked about "open Forum." 
Yes, at last you can find the answers to your inquiries 
by simply jotting them down on a piece of paper and 
dropping them in the T.L. office. No personal prob- 
lems, please. Nearly every university and college in 
America has an active Open Forum in its paper. We 
shall be no exception. Remember this is America. 
Help us to keep our T.L. a democratic paper — repre- 
sentative of ALL. 


pleased to greet the younger members of our 
family. Yes, Frosh, we mean you! For in you, we see 
ourselves in retrospect. 

We may be silly sophomores, jivey juniors, and 
sophisticated seniors now; but one, two, three years 
ago we felt just as bewildered — by the new faculty and 
students — by the two number 8's marked "Govans" 
and "Towson" — by the Dorm being divided into New- 
well Hall and Richmond Hall (Yours Truly never has 
figured out the boundaries for the two. She just fol- 
lows the crowd.) — by the voice test when we wheezed 
out "Arthur the Rat" — and, oh, yes, by the courses 
fnough said). 

Yes, you're bewildered now, but wait until you're 
upperclassmen and see how wonderfully important you 
feel. After you're here awhile and really become a part 
of the college, nothing could ever drag you away. It's 
a part of you — you belong to it. Oh, it's great fun! 
Naturally, there's work, but even that can be made 
pleasant (I keep telling myself). If you don't have to 
work to arrive at your goal, the goal isn't worthwhile 
is it? So, we take the bitter with the sweet and even 
the bitter isn't too bad. 

There's only one trouble with college life and that's 
the fact that the four years go too quickly. Just when 
we feel settled in a nicely worn rut, it's time to leave; but 
we'll leave with that nice warm glow, thinking, "I am 
part of that college and four wonderful years were 
spent there." Well, Frosh, reminiscing with you has 
been fun. These years are yours to do with as you 
please — you can make them fun or — (well we won't 
talk about that). We know they'll be fun. Loads of 

And now, since you are a part of us, let's get ac- 
quainted. Let me expose you to the rest of the student 
body. It's so much nicer when you can go through the 
corridors saying "hello" to everyone. There are eight 
of you. Right? 

Margaret Worley — comes from Western — loves 
sports and participates in many — (I'll bet the gym 
department has a broad smile for that) — heart in- 
terest in the Army Air Corps. 

Phyllis Keseling — another Westernite — wild about 
dancing, music, and the Navy Air Corps — as cute as 
she can be — a very sweet blonde. 

Edith Paul — from Patterson Park — enjoys bicycle- 
riding and (T.L. Editor, here's a prospect for your 

staff since she loves to write. for a newspaper) — Navy 
is tops. 

Florence Boguicki — also from Patterson Park- 
good bowler — loves roller skating — just adores City 
College (we wonder why !) 

Thelma Flax — from Eastern — collects records — 
likes the movies — enjoys dancing — heart throbs for a 
certain Marine now in the South Pacific. 

Jeanne Kniesche — another Easternite — swell girl — 
spends her leisure time (when do you have any?) danc- 
ing and skating. 

Jane Downing — Catonsville — likes music. (I can see 
Miss Weyforth glem now; have you joined the Glee 
Club yet?) medicine, poetry, and books. 

Presley Sapp — yes, girls, another man! — very nice- 

a little on the quiet side 
say about quiet men !) 

-(but, you know what they 

S.T.C. is really jumping ahead to the big occasion 
of the year, May Day. Look! devastating Seniors, the 
student body is discussing, not too cooly, their choices 
of the prospective Queen and court. Our compliments 
to Lillian Carlisle and Harry Zemel for such hustling. 

Freshman Mother's Weekend begins March 2, at 
2 :30 p. m. and lasts until noon March 3. There will be 
opportunity for the Mothers to visit classes and meet 
with the advisors and instructors. The Fathers are 
invited to tour the campus Saturday morning and to 
stay for lunch. Parents — we welcome you to S.T.C. 

The halls were echoing with, Did you like it? as Dr. 
Crabtree's Contemporary Drama (broad "a" please), 
class returned from seeing Tallulah Bankhead in 
"Foolish Notion" on Wednesday, February 21. Every- 
one agreed that she would like to see it again. 

Those sophisticated young women who seem to be 
trying to become accustomed to S.T.C. once again, are 
Our returning Student Teachers. Welcome back, 
mates! At this time we may wish smooth sailing to the 
students who have gone to master the seas of Student 
Teaching. Bon Voyage! 

Wedding bells and Navy blue lured our petite 
Maddy Jackson away. The best of success and happi- 
ness to you, Maddy. 

Before her trip to California, Dr. Lynch stopped in 
at S.T.C. to see how things were. She is much happier 
about the trip than we are about her departure. 

(Continued on page 8) 


Report from Italy: 

Lt. General Ira C. Eaker, Commander in Chief of 
the Mediterranean Allied Air Forces: 

Sometimes a clipping from a hometown paper — like 
yours, for example — can mean as much as a medal to 
the morale of a fighting man overseas, whether he's 
a pilot, mechanic or a clerk. We realize that you are 
probably short handed these days, but if you should 
use the enclosed release would you send us a clipping? 
We will see that it gets tacked on the men's squadron 
bulletin board where not only he, but the rest of his 
unit will be able to appreciate it — as well as your 
At a Fifteenth Air Force Service Group Chapel — Italy: 

"Add to the usual problems of forming a choir, with 
children ranging in age from four to fourteen years, 
such other problems as foreign language, and visiting 
parents and relatives who want to participate, and 
you have some idea of the difficulties of the job under- 
taken by Master Sergeant Charles Haslup of Linthi- 
cum Heights, Maryland. 

The Americans attending Christmas morning ser- 
vice were given a pleasant surprise when sixteen 
children sang four carols in English and four carols in 
Italian while Sgt. Haslup played the organ. 

Given four weeks in which to learn enough Italian 
to make himself understood, Sgt. Haslup proceeded to 
first teach these Italian children how to pronounce the 
English words to the Christmas carols. This he did 
without benefit of the usual schoolroom materials such 
as the blackboards, textbooks, or song sheets. Once 
the difficulty of pronouncing English words was over- 
come, the love of music inherent in all Italians as- 
serted itself in the ease with which the children 
hurdled such musical barriers as melody, rhythm and 

Each child was accompanied by from two to five 
relatives, all of whom insisted on joining in the singing 
and becoming a part of the choir. "I had more trouble 
handling the relatives than I did teaching the children," 
said Sgt. Haslup who is well acquainted with the prob- 
lem of teaching. 

Sgt. Haslup taught music at the Brooklyn Park 
School, Baltimore, and the Severn School, Arundel, 
after graduating from the State Teachers College in 
Towson. He was studying for a Master's Degree at the 
University of Maryland before coming overseas in 
August, 1942. 
MARCH • 1945 


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Dear Friends, 

Ah, it certainly feels good to get out of the easy 
corner for a little while and to be with you once again ! 
You know, writing a letter to you every month is really 
quite broadening for me. If I had to stay cooped up all 
day like my insect friends, I'd go buggy. They're 
really missing something by not going out into the 
world and getting a little education for themselves. 
Now me! I make education a pleasure for myself — 
going around to see what I can pick up. Incidently 
I've gathered quite a bit for you to read. This time 
I've caught you a few boners on student teachers. 
(He-he, now watch their faces get red.) But honestly, 
I really don't think they'll mind. The first one is quite 
a slip : 

While Miss Lehman was teaching her lesson in the 
sixth grade, little Tommy, apparently annoyed at 
something, scribbled large letters on a piece of paper 
and held it up for her to see. She read the sign which 
said: " Your slip is showing Miss Lehman." A bit dis- 
turbed at her ignoring his polite warning, Tommie 
wrote another sign and this one said: "It's really true, 
Miss Lehman." 

The second episode occurred in art class. The 
student teacher on asking a pupil what he was paint- 
ing received this come back: "How do I know? I haven't 
finished yet." 

Children always like to be helpful, and in this case 
the child was extremely so. A little fourth grade boy 
thought he was doing his teacher a favor by flattening 
out her speed-ball pen. Of course she was most grateful. 

They're "bon" boners, eh? 

Signed: Hokus Pokus 

P. S. I understand I'm going to have a bit of open 
competition with this new Open Forum. But I'll tell 
you what we'll do. Write them your business problems 
and write me your personal problems. That ought to 
work out fine. 

—Introducing ■ ■ - "OUR CAMPUS TODAY"— 

AT THE REQUEST of alumni overseas, many of our "outside readers" and our own colleagues we are starting 
with this issue a series of articles which will present a resume of our campus today. It is difficult for us here to 
realize that S.T.C. has undergone some serious changes with the past six years. It is with this in view that we 
present the first in the series. 

invaluable when you're doing research for a unit. You 
can borrow the key from Miss Holt. Go in and look 
over the available slides, film strips and books — also 
the attractive displays in the cases! You can't go 
wrong ! 

Finally, here are some suggestions that will make 
you a favorite at the library (and I don't mean apple- 

1. Return your books on time. Keep your name off 
the "black list" of overdue books. And don't forget, 
those faculty reserve books come in promptly at 9 :00 
a. m. ! 

2. Try to take good care of your library card — 
don't lose it! Try to carry it around in your purse or 
notebook — make it something you have with you all 
the time, so that you don't have to take out a tempo- 
rary card. 

3. If you do make a misstep and have to pay a fine, 
don't let the "I.O.U." "go" for a long time. Pay 

4. Take good care of the library books you borrow. 
Resist the impulse to take notes in the margins and 
turn down pages to mark your place. 

5. Don't hoard books! In other words, don't take 
out 7 -day books that are in great demand and forego 
using them until the day before they must be returned. 
Think of all the other students who could have been 
using them the other six days ! 

6. Use the library for studying — if you want to talk 
and laugh, go somewhere on the campus that's used for 
social gatherings. Remember, somebody else might 
want to study! 

7. ABOVE ALL, use your library! Miss Barclay, 
especially, will love you forever and a day if you can go 
to the reference room and work intelligently with the 
books there. Learn which books devote themselves to 
historical bibliography; which are best for reviews of 
current popular fiction, and so on. It's an immeasur- 
able help to you in locating what you want quickly, 
and you save valuable time of Miss Barclay, Miss 
Yoder, and Miss Holt, if you can learn to work inde- 

I guess that about covers it! And don't think I'm 
setting myself up as a paragon of virtue as far as this 
library business is concerned, either. How do you 
think I know about all the wrong things to avoid, if I 
hadn't done them myself? Eileen Lynch 


The School Library 

down to assist in acquainting freshmen with the 
S.T.C. library, and, to offer a new fact or two to the 
entire student body. 

I'm sure you all know that the library is in the Ad 
Building — the North Wing. It includes the reference 
reading room, magazine room — on the second floor, 
and two other rooms containing books, in one of 
which the section known as "faculty reserve" is lo- 
cated. It is quite a library — 37,000 volumes' worth. 
You can get books for the terms, for overnight or for 
weekly use. Freshmen are not properly initiated, until 
they have received instruction in using the library for 
supplementary reading materials. The reference read- 
ing room houses standard encyclopedias (Britannica, 
World Book, etc.), dictionaries, and special-subject 
reference books. 

Miss Yoder and Miss Barclay preside over the 
library. As most of you have probably already dis- 
covered, both are more than cooperative in helping 
students find what they need. Miss Yoder may be 
relied upon always to acquaint you with the latest 
children's books. Many's the time I've stopped by her 
desk to return a book and she has given me fine 
children's books to look over. She always points out 
some special illustration or passage which is a favorite 
of hers. Students may receive grand hints for biblio- 
graphies of children's books through her suggestions. 

In the room containing faculty reserve books and 
popular friction, there is a big fireplace, with two com- 
fortable leather chairs in front of it — take a tip from 
yours truly, there is no better place to study for Dr. 
Hartley's history tests. 

Miss Holt, of magazine-room fame, is always ready 
and willing to help in every way. She really is the 
"Mr. Anthony" of the pamphlets, clippings, maga- 
zines and pictures; in short, of the Periodical Depart- 
ment. The fairly recent back issues of magazines are 
on the shelves directly under the current issues, and 
there are tables for reading. I've never thought the 
magazine room was as well-populated as it should be — 
so, what are you waiting for? Go up and pay Miss 
Holt's department a visit at the earliest possible 
moment. And, oh, yes — the curriculum room is 
directly across the hall from the magazine room. It is 

THE CHALLENGE— -From the Grandstand- 

Challenge — a challenge that carries with it all 
the responsibilities and privileges of an American 
citizen. We, the youth of America, have so accepted 
our share of the responsibilities, that public notice has 
been given us in regard to one of the major privileges — 
the right to vote. 

Fiery as campaign speeches, are the authorities' 
answers to the question. Shall the voting age be 
lowered to 18? Some examples of the views expressed 

"Raise — don't lower the voting age." "We don't 
want rule by-a-few." "Add red blood to the elec- 
torate." "Wake up the schools." "There is no magic 
in 21." 

It is interesting to note that authorities tend to 
divide almost evenly on the proposed measure. Those 
who favor it agree that 18 year-olds who are old enough 
to be conscripted to fight are mature enough to help 
determine the issues for which they fight. Norman 
Thomas, Chairman of the Executive Committee Post- 
war World Council, and Dr. George D. Stoddard, 
Pres. of the University of New York State are staunch 
upholders of this opinion. 

A definitely opposite view is presented by Dorothy 
Canfield Fisher, a member of the American Youth 
Commission. She asserts that the qualities involved 
in making a good soldier-physical vitality, instinctive 
reflex of obedience to orders, and the willingness to 
accept and carry out a plan rather than criticize and 
weight it — are unquestionably converse to the in- 
dependent qualities involved in making a good citizen. 
Dr. Virgil Hancher, Pres. of Iowa State University 
supports this conviction. 

Another ground for disagreement is the question of 
the education and political experience of 18 year-olds. 
Are they more educated and more experienced at 21 
than they are at 18? Edith B. Joyner, ex-Pres. of the 
National Education Association, carries the standard 
for the 18 year-olds by stating that they are better 
educated as a whole than the 21 year-olds of just half a 
century ago, and that statistics prove the average 
mental age in the U. S. to be only that of an 18 year- 
old. As for their experience, she upholds that "the 
experience of today's youth includes travel and con- 
tact with people, and knowledge of social and political 
conditions that their ancestors never dreamed of." 

On the other hand, The Association of the Bar of the 
City of New York consider 18 year-olds as being in the 
process of acquiring an education, and as having little 
or no "real" experience in business or politics. In spite 
MARCH • 1945 

working extremely hard this season to pile up 
points toward their athletic awards. On Tuesday, 
January 23, many of our fellow classmates (or should 
I say muscular ferns?) strutted into the gymnasium 
floor to receive their awards which were presented by 
Dr. Wiedefeld and Mary Ellen Perrin, the president 
of the A.A. Everyone was dressed for the occasion — 
and I do mean dressed ! 

February 10 found the basketball elective in full 
swing. Our freshmen team took on Goucher's J.V. 
and our sophomores challenged Goucher's varsity. I 
am happy to announce that the freshmen were victor- 
ious while the sophomores came in a close second 
(sounds better this way). 

We were sorry to hear of Arelyn Thomas's accident, 
the latest report is that it is a strained ligament. 

The Challenge— (Continued) 
of the apparent dissent on the topic however, a nation- 
wide poll, as recorded by Dr. Gallup reveals that 52% 
of the public favor lowering the voting age, whereas 
the lesser percentage oppose. 

But has youth remained an idle bystander in the 
discussion? to the contrary. If our action in the matter 
can be termed "waiting" at all, it was a watchful wait- 
ing, for organizations of young men and women sprang 
up almost at the instant concern over the measure 
reached its peak. Youthbuilders, one of the first 
nation-wide groups to be formed, answered the chal- 
lenge by conducting a poll in the 12 to 18 group. Were 
they in favor of lowering the voting age to 18? Indeed 
they were — and by a majority of 75% over 25%. But 
what about the opinions of youths in Maryland, 
students at the college a few years ago likewise voted 
on the question. Result: — the voting age should re- 
main 21. The question has since been overshadowed 
by the problems of total war, but is now being revived, 
not only by the House of Delegates in which a bill in 
favor of lowering the voting age was introduced in 
January, but by an active young people's organiza- 
tion known as "The Young Citizens Committee." 
True, the committee is important because it has "de- 
clared in favor of lowering Maryland's legal voting 
age" and is campaigning for the measure's support, but 
more important still is this striking indication that 
youth is on the "alert". 

Thus we, the Youth of America, strive to do our 
part in behalf of democracy — a challenge that is ours 
to meet. 



answers were submitted by both faculty and 
students. If your question is not answered look for it 
in the April issue. 

Why do the dorm students have to pay a radio fee if it 
is not for the electricity? 

It is a nuisance fee, which goes to the Office of Comp- 
trollers just as the other college fees. 

Could we build up a repertoire of college songs? 

Yes, in fact a committee under Miss Lorraine Dief en- 
bach is now working on this project with the help of 
Miss Weyforth and Mrs. Stapleton. 

Our section will graduate in June, and as yet we have 
not had one course in philisophy. Is it not im- 
portant for us to determine our philosophy of life 
and our philosophy of teaching as far as possible 
while in college? It seems to me that each student 
should have the benefit of at least one good course in 

Only to a certain extent, for you come here with 
your own philosophy. It is an evolving concept, per- 
haps determined here in college but many times not 
decided upon until later in life. You were given 
History of Education because it is a required course in 
the new curriculum under which we are all working. 
This course is a necessity if post graduate work is 
desired. After the class of '46, Philosophy of Educa- 
tion will be an elective. 

May students give suggestio?is to their teachers of 

In the student teaching period students and teachers 
are working cooperatively toward the same goals. 
Because of her professional experience and under- 
standing of children, the teacher usually acts as a 
guide for the student. Frequently, however, superior 
students and those who are talented in dramatics, 
music, art, and physical education, make notable con- 
tributions to the work of the practice centers and occa- 
sionally to the activities of the entire school. Origin- 
ality, initiative, and creative ability are characteristics 
of the "master teacher." Constructive suggestions 
courteously given by competent students are always 
welcome to those who work with student teachers. 

. Lucy Scott 

Special Note to G.I.: — If you have any questions that 
you would like to ask, we shall do our best to answer 
them. Mail them now in care of the Tower Light. 

Ida Sendelback got three carnations from "Her 
guy" on Valentines' Day? Norma Mattingly and 
Mickie Schochet received red roses. 

That it is a reminder of former days to hear mascu- 
line voices at the dinner table? 

Dr. J. Y. West has been giving after school courses 
in Science to Baltimore teachers. 

Who wears an identification bracelet engraved 
"Bud", but goes with "Bob"? 

Who is undressed without her U.S.A. Sergeants' 

Who is marrying "Eddie" in June? 

The girls in Junior I who seem somewhat interested 
in Lutheran ministers? 

Why Cecy Moran receives so many letters from an 
Air Corps fellow stationed in Alabama? Has also re- 
ceived several long distance phone calls. 

Some girl wears a Sailors white uniform around the 
dorm at night? 

Helen Martin is wearing a Navy Blue suit with 
American beauty accessories. 

Betty Lee Granger is engaged to Ned Harding, 
Army Air Corps. Air Corps really fly high these days. 
(I wonder if Daddy remembers the proper way to put 
the ring on the finger.) 

That Lucy Goldsmith is wearing a beautiful 
diamond from Dave Ellis. Best wishes Betty and 

Dr. Hartley has been teaching courses in Visual 
Education at John Hopkins University. 

Who dates a certain Harry (USN) every weekend, 
but says he means nothing to her. 

Who drives to school in her own convertible? 

Who Mary Rose Reeves sailor friend is, whom we 
often hear her speak about in the evenings. 

Who trims her blonde tresses with tortoise shell 

Mr. Moser has been giving lectures to teachers in 

Who is it that Don would like to see in a blue suit 
in the Easter parade? 

A tall dark haired Sophomore is wearing a black 
suit with a beautiful white frilly blouse and black 
shoes. By the way, this will be the first time she has 
worn black so she is very anxious for Easter to come. 

Who sports a new City College ring? 

Dr. Dowell does war work at the Union Memorial 
Hospital one night a week. 

Why Dot Ecker doesn't write more letters to Joe? 
Could it have been the Christmas rush and tests? 




Glee Club have been doing their part in helping to 
keep up the morale of our service men. It was only a 
few weeks ago that I heard about the interesting bus 
trip they made to Aberdeen to sing to the soldiers in 
the hospital. On January 27, they gave a concert at 
the Charles Street U.S.O., throughly enjoying an 
evening of dancing. They are planning a full schedule 
for spring: A concert at Camp Meade, entertainment 
for Freshmen Mother's Weekend, May Day and 
Commencement. Nice Work— Glee Club— Keep it up! 

I understand they are proud to boast an addition to 
the bass section. Better watch out girls, or they'll 
drown you out yet! 

The Rural Club is planning a series of programs on 
"The Young People's Place in the Community." This 
topic will be developed through discussions led by 
prominent people in the community such as a minister, 
a Boy Scout, a High School Senior, a business man, 
etc. Before they began this series, they felt that they 
were very fortunate in having Miss Lena Van Bibber 
on February 19, speak to them and discuss with them 
the Dumbarton Oaks Plan. 

The dorm students have enjoyed the "hymn sing" 
after supper Sunday evening. This is one of the new 
projects of the Student Christian Association. More 
are sure to follow. 

The Marshalls held their induction service in 
January. It was at this meeting that Miss Lena Van 
Bibber gave quite an interesting account of the History 
of the Marshalls. 

Attention all instrument players!! The "Swing 
Orchestra" needs a 1st violinist, a bass violinist, a 
trombonist, and a trumpet player. Come on! Get out 
those instruments and "make with the Jive." See Mr. 
Kiser for details. 

Little Theatre Guild — forgive us — It was not 
Dicken's "Christmas Carol" that was much applauded 
at our Christmas Assembly, but our own Mrs. Staple- 
ton's "A Christmas Dream." In fact, the production 
was so outstanding that the club received the follow- 
ing comment for Dr. Wiedenfeld in a note which speaks 
for all of us. "You and your adviser deserve much 
commendation and gratitude from the entire college 
personnel for your fine contribution." 

Ah, but don't let us forget — this isn't all the Little 
Theatre Group has done. They donned their work 
clothes and helped the Safety Council clean out the 
fire hazards behind the stage. Could it be that there's 
another dramatic production in the air??? 
MARCH • 1945 

Teachers and the War 

show their patriotism by staying with their pro- 
fession despite the fact that their pay is rather low 
compared to that received in other types of work. This 
"sticking with the job" is one of the most important 
evidences of the teaching of patriotism by example but 
there are many others which the general public fails to 

When war was first declared, many teachers in 
Maryland enrolled in and successfully completed the 
Red Cross First Aid Training Course. An equally 
large number volunteered for civilian defense duties. 
Teachers further backed up war efforts by registering 
men for the draft, distributing ration books, aiding 
salvage campaigns through the schools, and support- 
ing the Red Cross drives for funds by contributions as 
well as arousing pupil interest. In addition to all of 
these contributions of time, work, and money to our 
nation's war efforts, nearly all the teachers in Mary- 
land are members of the Treasury Department's pay- 
roll deduction plan for purchasing bonds. Many 
teachers also buy additional bonds and stamps through 
the school and are at the same time active participants 
in the War Loan Drives. Our own faculty is an ex- 
ample of the enthusiasm shown throughout the state 
during the Fifth and Sixth War Loan Drives: "During 
the last two War Loan Drives a goal was named for the 
employees of each State Department for purchases of 
war bonds. Both times the faculty and staff employees 
of this college over-reached the specified goal. During 
the Fifth War Loan Drive the amount of purchases 
was $10,350, and during the Sixth War Loan Drive the 
amount of purchases was $7,485.25." 

In Maryland are 1019 schools (public and parochial) 
with an enrollment of 280,858 pupils. During the four 
month period from September to December 1944, 
schools in sixteen counties and in Baltimore City sold 
$3,802,301.50 in bonds and stamps. The raising of this 
immense sum was due not only to the patriotic fervor 
of the children but also, in large measure, to our per- 
sistent efforts of teachers and principals. The children 
are urged to buy enough bonds and stamps to pay for a 
piece of equipment for the Army or Navy. The name 
of the school is placed on a plate on some part of the 
equipment purchased. 

Teachers have been campaigning for each child to 
buy at least one 10 cent stamp a week. All schools 
which have 90% or more of their students buying 

(Continued on page 8) 

Professional — (Continued from page 7) 

bonds and stamps each week are entitled to fly a 
"minute man" banner. Only 99 schools in the state 
have reported their eligibility for flying these flags. 
The Lida Lee Tall School can fly one as over 90% of 
the pupils are weekly buyers. Colleges, too, are entitled 
to fly "90% flags". Goucher College is campaigning 
for one for each dormitory. State Teachers College 
can report on this percentage of stamp buyers as all of 
us contribute at least 10 cents a week toward a war 
bond for our Victory Pool. 

One may ask what teachers have done to promote 
bond sales. Teacher enthusiasm has been transmitted 
to the pupils of our state so that millions of dollars 
have been loaned to our government to finance the 
war. In many classrooms, the pupils have been 
divided into teams under the direction of the teacher. 
Each week the teachers encourage the team captains 
to strive for 100% cooperation from team members. 
The pupils in turn, enlist the aid of their parents who 
do what they can to help John's or Mary's "team." In 
several rural communities the pupils and teachers 
"sell to swell" bond purchase totals. Maple trees were 
tapped and the syrup sold, milkweed pods were col- 
lected and sold. Individuals earn money outside of 
school to buy war stamps. Teachers have adapted 
class programs to push purchases. Arithmetic lessons 
can be based on bond sales; February's many holidays 
provided excellent opportunities for special bond pur- 
chase programs. 

When we see a few of the many things done in just 
one of the 48 states through teacher-pupil efforts, we 
can readily see how our country has benefited by her 
system of free education. The teachers of Maryland 
and of the United States have been behind the war 
effort 100% and will stand behind it until the task has 
been successfully completed. Daniel Melchier, Direc- 
tor, Education Section, War Finance Division, U. S. 
Treasury Department, says of teachers efforts, 
"Through their example teachers have raised the 
morale of the entire community — kept our ideals 
bright, our faith firm, and our information straight. 
They have proven once again, if proof were needed, 
that the school is not only the most relied-upon and 
taken-for-granted community agency — it is also the 
most trusted and respected — above the banks, the 
press, employers, the 'government'." 

Jean Barnes 

Campus Chatter— (Continued from page 2) 

To North Carolina and to Duke University has gone 
one of our beloved instructors — Mr. Moser, whom we 

assume will be Dr. Moser in the not too-distant future. 
He has been granted a six months leave of absence 
from the college, during which time, he will work to- 
ward his Doctorate in Psychology. It was distressing 
to see him leave but we know that his time spent here 
will be most valuable to him and we shall, in turn, 
benefit from his experiences. 

The day before Mr. Moser left the portals of S.T.C., 
the psychology class "threw" a little party — complete 
with cokes and ginger snaps. At that time he received 
many appropriate gifts. (???) To replace his immortal 
blocks, there was a bag of marbles; for his shoes, some 
polish ; for the boring classes, a stick of gum ; and for 
the "nuts" he's bound to find at Duke — a bolt. Each 
present was accompanied by a clever verse. (Thanks 
to Kay.) We all laughed and had a grand social time, 
but there was still that slight touch of sadness that is 
present when one we know and love leaves us. 

Good-luck in all your endeavors, Mr. Moser. We 
are truly looking forward to your return in September. 

Margie Yockel, our spur-of-the-moment girl, also 
answered a call from the sea. She'd make a cute Wave. 

Has anyone learned that new dance step? Ask P. 
Crump about the Belvedere Glide and her hep cat 
jiver. It looks interesting. 

What's the buzzing we hear about the new Spring 
Events? D. Hammerman's work with the decorations 
committee makes it sound like a Freshman dance. 
Could it be? Let us in on it, too. 

The opening of the new Student-Faculty Activity 
Room which has already acquired any number of 
synonyms was a gala affair. With the faculty serving 
tea to the students on January 25th and 26th it was an 
occasion everyone would like to repeat. We certainly 
owe our thanks to the whole faculty and especially 
Mrs. Brouwer for making such a room possible. 


Just look at those old poetry lines 
We have to scan each day, 
And every single one of them 
Is scanned a different way. 
There are too many things to know ! 
The names of all the feet, 
The different ways to accent words, 
The rhythm and the beat. 
Poetry lines are hard to scan — 
When you can't use your head 
There's just one thing left to do, 
And that is, go to bed. 

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Reprinted from the April issue of Esquire 

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Special Advertising 

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Art Editors 
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News Editors 
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Webby Sansbury 

Volume XII, No. 48 

April, 1945 



§ "Lift your glad voices in triumph, on high, § 

O For Jesus hath risen and man cannot die." Q 

g H. Hughes Dill g 

O "We will not falter or fail, we will not weaken O 
% or tire, nothing shall wear us down." § 

g Wisnton Churchill § 

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"For those who believe, no explanation is necessary. 
For those who do not believe, there is no explanation!" 

Can You Be Trusted? 

try to picture a temple many years ago filled 
with the most learned doctors of the day. Can you 
see them standing around talking in their own dis- 
tinctive manner of the current affairs of the day. J A 
child of twelve enters; obviously he has this thought 
in mind when he says, "I must be about my Father's 
business." xMtentively he stands hearing them and 
asking them questions. They understand not what 
He says and are astonished at His understanding and 

Now visualize many years later. The scene is on 
a mountain top. This same small boy, now a man, is 
appearing before His disciples saying, "Go ye there- 
fore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the 
name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy 

Jesus was given a task, for God knew that He 
could be trusted. 

Today you — you here at State Teachers College 
are being trusted with the most vital part of our re- 
sources— CHILDREN. 

A teacher — He was a teacher of exactly the same 
principles for which this war is being fought. As 
such, He could help the needy, enlighten the masses, 
and encourage the weak. 

We can strive to do many of the very same things 
today, but before we can be trusted to guide the lives 
of others we must be sure we can trust ourselves to 
live the life as He once lived it, a life of truth and 
purity. We must open our own eyes to the truth, 
beauty, faith and love around us before we can open 
the eyes of children. 


Not only in the joyous burst of celestial gladness 
which contrasts so triumphantly with the gloom of 
Good Friday, can be found the true spirit of Easter. 
In the unnoticed implications of countless little 
things, crowding upon us on all sides, bloom the pro- 
found truths of life. To the seeing eye, hope ever- 
lasting is revealed in the opening of the tight little 
maple buds, in the hatching, of the tiny insect egg, in 
the daily wonder of the sunrise. Small human acts, 
beneath a cloak of vain triviality, often disclose 
intangible spiritual yearnings. The casting aside of 

{Continued on page 12) 




— Newell and Richmond Halls. 

INspitc of many changes the routine administration 
of dormitory life continues. To the Tower Light 
readers, however, the dormitory would like to call 
attention to its new features and services. 

The old billiard room in Newell Hall has been con- 
verted into an attractive study or conference room 
which is furnished with comfortable green leather 
chairs that the students are inclined to wish the 
pieces in their own rooms, or suggest that they be 
used in the foyer for lounging or at a dance in the 

Another new room is number 101 Newell Hall, the 
guest room. It was a student room that is furnished 
with cherry twin beds and several mahogany pieces. 

To aid us in buffet service, the dormitory has made 
purchases of fine china. Numerous patterns in 
French Haviland, Chinese ware and English china 
make up the collection. 

When the dormitory finds the help situation almost 
impossible, students come to the rescue and do such 
jobs as washing dishes and serving in the cafeteria. 

In a very small way, we feel we are doing some 
service to education and to the community by 
housing numerous groups of people. 

Last fall a group of Goucher students came to live 
with us on fifth and sixth floors Richmond Hall. The 
girls eat their breakfast with us but have their other 
meals at Mary Fisher Hall on their own Towson 
campus. Their resident director is Miss Josephine 
Fiske of the Goucher faculty. 

Quite often throughout the year, Sheppard and 
Pratt Hospital sends to us occupational therapy 
students who come to them from various colleges in 
the United States and Canada. 

Baltimore County Teachers who commute to their 
various schools each day live in Richmond Hall too. 
Another group of teachers, the cadets, who are a part 
of the Freshman class, and who are making a fine 
contribution to their county and country live with 
us. They graduated from high school and spent six 
weeks at summer school "learning the ropes" of the 
teaching profession. 

As in the past, the cottage is in use this semester 
as a boys' dormitory. 

The basement of Newell Hall houses the Towson 
Nursery School for children of working mothers. The 
tiny tots arrive at seven and some stay as late as six 
or seven in the evening. They eat, sleep and play in 
the school. The nursery maintains its own kitchen 
in the bakery of the school kitchen. It is not a part 


Who runs around drumming up business for the 
15% club? 
Where Dr. Crabtree buys her beautiful blouses. 
Captian Miller is now Major Miller. 
What tall dark-haired Junior rushes to catch the 
No. 8 street car that meets the Loyola bus. 

That Charlotte Gross got her ring from Peck on 
March 26. (Speaking of birthdays! ! !) 

Peggy Johnston has left to attend Susquehanna 
University. Best of luck, Peg. We'll miss you. 
Where in the dorm I could have seen these signs: 
"Sleeping Rooms" "Flat for Rent." 
Quarantined — "Mumps." (In keeping with the 

"Happy Wedding day — January 31, 1949" (His 

enlistment is up.) 
"Photograph Tinting — 25c (A plug for you, 

"Silence — Genius at Work" (Imagine McCutch- 

eon, too.) 
"Live and Learn" — "Souls Undaunted" — "The 

Sinatra, Van, Havre de Grace High, and the 

U. S. Navy. 
"Where There Is A Will, There Is A Way" 
"Entrez Diables." 
Jean Nelson is looking extra nice lately? Could it 
be the influence of that soldier from Texas? 

Who gets personal attention from Bill at Tuesday 
night swimming classes? 

Lieutenant Crook is now Captain Crook? 
Who is now wearing an anti-tank pin since Al jwas 
home for a weekend? 

Who is it that Cece Moran has been waiting to 
hear from "in person." Understand by the grape- 
vine that he's in "these parts" now. No calls from 
Alabama for at least a week. 

{Continued on page 12) 

Our Campus Today 

of State Teachers, but a United States government 

In summer the school kitchen has also been shared 
with the canning center to which people from the 
entire community come with their fruits and vege- 

Yet we still house the regular student body quite 
adequately and still enjoy the usual social functions — 
pajama parties and formal dinners. 

A. Baker and M. C. Kahl 




Booker T. Washington's Contribution to 
Our Cultural Development 

but he became one of the most useful and dis- 
tinguished of American citizens. The White Race 
as u ell as the Negro is indebted to him because of the 
work he did in regards to industrial education for the 
Negro. He emphasized "that learning to do the 
common things of life in an uncommon way is an 
essential part of all education." He believed that 
contact with great men and women was far more 
educational than getting information from books and 
costlv apparatus. His desire was that school might 
learn to study men and things. 

Washington started Tuskegee with thirty students 
on an old plantation equipped with a kitchen, a 
stable, and a henhouse. The students were taught 
to bake bricks and to construct buildings because 
they needed buildings in which to live. A farm was 
started where they learned to raise their own food. 
The students were taught how to "partake of food 
with ceremony" at each one of the three meals every 


The school grew and as it grew, so grew its founder. 
His influence, like that of his school, was at first com- 
munity wide, then county wide, then state wide, and 
finally nation wide. 

As leader of his people, Dr. Washington urged 
Negroes to make a little heaven right here and now 
bv putting business methods into their farming, be- 
having attractive homes, and by cultivating friendly 
relations with their neighbors. 

He believed that "in all things that are purely 
social we can be as separate as our fingers, yet one as 
the hand in all things essential to mutual progress." 
He never deviated from that principle. 

"Tuskegee takes students almost literally out of 
the gutter, puts them on their feet, and sends them 
out honest, peaceful, useful citizens. This is the 
ideal for which Dr. Washington struggled." 

Has any other citizen contributed more toward 
making America "the land of the free? ? ?" 

Virgil Lankford 


O Lord, may I from day to day 
More like Thyself appear to be, 
That others when they look on me 
May thy rich truths abundant see. 

Bettie Everett 

Bluejays and Juncos around the front of the 
Ad Building, especially when the ground was covered 
with ice and snow for several weeks? The members 
of the Natural History Group have been feeding them 
at the bird station in the sunken garden. 

As Spring approaches the members of N.H.G. be- 
gin plans for Spring hikes. So put on your "Specks" 
and watch the N.H.G. bulletin board for the an- 
nouncement of hikes and plan to join us, won't you? ? 

The Glee Club helped entertain the mothers after 
the Freshmen Mother's Dinner on March 2. 

The A. A. is making plans for a tournament be- 
tween the sections during an assembly period in the 
near future. 

I hear that the Marshalls are making great plans 
for V-Day. We hope that we will have occasion to 
witness these plans — BUT SOON. 

"Easter in Story and Song" wa; presented 
under the auspices of the S.C.A. and Choir on the 
night of March 26 in Richmond Hall Parlor. This 
unique presentation was written by Miss Iona Sikes 
who visited our campus several weeks ago represent- 
ing the Student Christian Movement. 

The S.C.A. was also fortunate in having Mrs. 
Patricia Reith as Vesper Speaker. Mrs. Reith re- 
presented the Friends Society and told us of the 
worthwhile Volunteer Summer Projects that many 
College Students engaged in last summer and urged 
us to do the same. 

Flash! Flash! Flash! Watch for "Fresh Fields," a 
three act comedy by Ivor Novello to be presented by 
the Little Theater Guild very soon. 

Smile at me that I may see 

Smile at me 
That I may see 
Violets blooming in the spring 
And hear the song the bluebirds sing. 
Laugh with me and free all care 
Everywhere in a world so fair, 
Neither sorrow nor grief will find a way 
To break that seal and hope to stay- 
in our glad hearts where love is nigh. 
Nothing on earth can break our tie 
Either while we live or when we die. 

Dorothea Vogel 





Curland, 5206 Reisterstown Road, Baltimore, Md., 
naviagator on a B-24 Liberator bomber, has arrived 
in the 15th AAF and has been assigned to a veteran 
combat group commanded by Lt. Col. Brooks A Law- 
hon,- Tacoma, Washington. 

His group has more than one hundred thirty-five 
missions to its credit over most of the European 
countries. He was graduated from a Baltimore high 
school in '35 and graduated from Maryland State 
Teachers College in '38. Prior to his entry into the 
Army, February 7, 1942, he was a teacher in the Balti- 
more public schools. He received his wings at Salman 
Field, La., September 3, 1944." 


A recent visitor to the college was Lt. John Wheeler, 
class of '38. John is stationed in Texas and has been 
promoted recently to the rank of first lieutenant. 
Congratulations, Lt. Wheeler! 

We were also glad to welcome Sgt. Morton Krieger, 
a former member of the class of '43. Morton is at 
Robin Field, Ga. He says, "Still frozen in my job 
awaiting the rotation policy in statistical work. Hope 
you far away boys can start 'rotating' soon." 

John Gwynn, beloved of the children, former janitor 
in both the Lida Lee Tall School and the College, 
visited us on February 9th. He is now at the Naval 
Ammunition Depot, Hastings, Nebraska. John — a 
Sgt., 2nd grade — is a steward in the Officer's Club at 
the camp. 

Harry London — '43, who is just back from a trip to 
India, South Africa and South America, paid us a 
visit recently. 

Ensign Carlisle Refo, U. S. N. R., '43 — visited us 
prior to his leaving for the West Coast. He had been 
stationed at Miami Beach. 

Among other recent visitors at the college were Ted 
Katenkamp, ex '44 and Lieutenant (j.g.) Norman 
Wilde '40. 

We have heard that Warren Wendler — ex '44 — 
hopes to study under the foreign language program 
of the Navy. He is now A.R.T. Casu. 27. You have 
all of our good wishes, Warren ! 

News from Lemoore Army Air Field, Lemoore, Cal. 

"WAC Helene M. Davis, daughter of Frank Davis, 
Jarrettsville, Maryland, recently was promoted to 

Sergeant by order of Colonel Gerald Hoyle, Com- 
manding Officer of Lemoore Army Air Field, Fourth 
Air Force Processing^In Center, where Sgt. Davis is 
stationed. The sergeant is a Link Trainer instructor. 
Link Trainers are simulated airplane cockpits, plus 
other attachements, used to instruct pilots in instru- 
ment flying. Sgt. Davis was graduated from Mary- 
land State Teachers College in 1938, receiving a B.S. 
degree in elementary education." 

Another Son of S.T.C. Makes Good 

Dick Pulse (ex. '43) was awarded the Air Medal and 
two Oak Leaf clusters by January 1 of this year and 
was promoted to First Lieutenant in February. Con- 
gratulations, Dick! 

The Honor Society 

mittee with the aid of Miss Woodward, has been 
working on the establishment of a new honor society. 
The purpose of this proposed society is to give recog- 
nition to outstanding citizens for work done in the 
school. High scholastic standing will not have an out- 
standing part in this organization. Instead' it will re- 
cognize achievement in all activities. All offices, 
duties and activities will have some point value which 
is determined by responsibility and time engaged. 

Eligibility to the society would be gained by the ac- 
cumulation of a sufficient number of points. As yet, 
a definite goal had not been determined. Records on 
the point system would be kept by the semester; sum- 
mer session counting as one semester. 

The society would be well organized as a working 
body and as a social group. Once a student gained 
entrance to the society her membership would be good 
until graduation. After graduation she would be an 
honorary member. The society will probably have a 
significant name, motto, code, seal, or symbol. Colors 
would be chosen to suit the code. 

In case of substitution the alternates will receive 
the points. 

This has no connection with Kappa Delta Pi or 
Who's Who. 

What is your idea about this new organization? 
Only w T ith the full interest and cooperation of the 
student body can it be a success. It will be your 
society and therefore will be what you make it. 




Activities and accomplishments 



Activities and Accomplishments 



Average (3.6-4.5) 
Average (4.6-5.5) 
Average (5.6-6.5) 
Average (6.6-7.0) 

S. G. A. 


Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, 

Social Chairman 
Committee Chairman 
Committee Member 
House Committee Chairman 
House Committee Member (Vice-Chair- 
man, Secretary, Treasurer, Social 

Member of Student-Faculty Council and 

Captains in dorm 
Senior Class Officers: 


Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, 
Social Chairman 
Other Class Officers: 


Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, 
Social Chairman 

Class Committee Chairman 

Class Committee Member 

Bond Team Captain 
Section Officers: 



Secretary-Treasu rer 
Section Committee Chairman: 

T.L. Representative 

Social Chairman 

Fire Marshall 

Health Officer 

A. A. 


Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer 


Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer 

Each Elective 





Glee Club: 




Vice-President, Secretarv, Treasurer 


Active Member 

Jeannie Group Member Marshalls: 
Chief Marshall 

Assistant Chief, Secretary, Treasurer 
Active Marshall 



Tower Light Staff - 



Assistant Editor, and Business 


Staff Member 



Contributing Member 




Club Officers: 

Vice-President, Secretarv, Treasurer 


Active Member 


(pertaining to the following clubs): 
A. C. E. 
Chimes Guild 
N H G 




Men's Club 
Art Club 


Swing Band 
I R C 



S. C. A. 

S C A Choir 


Rural Club 





Outstanding work done, by individuals 











food for thought, talk, and doings. 

Echoes of Florida are to be heard amongst the 
S.T.C. swimmers who, on Tuesday nights under the 
auspices of the Red Cross, swish into the tropical, 
chlorined green waters of the City College pool. Say, 
aren't the instructors nice? Miss Roach literally had 
time on her hands. Any time to spare? 

Farewells are extended to Mr. Paine, our smiling 
and congenial traffic officer, from the College. We're 
all sorry to see you go. Who'll hold back those gruel- 
ing and ever anxious autos as confidently as Mr. 
Paine? Come and see us often. 

What's all the mystery in the I.R.C.? Could it be 
that while at the Loyola College gathering, where the 
factors of the Dumbarton Oaks Conference were dis- 
cussed, they extended invitations to Loyola, Western 
Maryland, Goucher, and Johns Hopkins Colleges to 
visit our cloisters on March 25, 1945 and present their 
various views of the relationships of the United States, 
the East, and the Orient? Let us see the light. 

At our assembly, March 6, 1945, Mrs. Reith of the 
Friends Service Committee stressed the great con- 
trasts existing today between the European countries 
and the United States. The dislocation of population 
in Europe, due to war scattered families, and in the 
United States, due to migrations of large industrial 
groups, presents a future problem of adjustment that 
we as citizens of the world must assume as our re- 
sponsibility. All points of prejudice and injustice to- 
ward racial and religious groups were acknowledged 
as existing and producing an undemocratic attitude in 
this closely knitted world, these factors being pre- 
sent in our own community. That there are exciting 
times in which to be young and alert was Mrs. Reith's 
concluding thought. 

Why were some of the faculty members so jittery 
one Wednesday morning. It had something to do 
with a Panel on the Advisory system — didn't it Coach? 

Speaking of coaches — quite a few people were dis- 
appointed after they had practiced and practiced to 
do folk dances at Swarthmore and then discovered 
that they were to sleep on the Gym floor. It was de- 
cided that blanket rolls were too much to carry 
through crowded Pennsylvania Station. True! Bet- 
ter luck next time — you really worked hard. 

The Dorm was really buzzin' with wild actions the 
night before Demonstration night. It was nothing 

for the Freshmen to find their beds unmade or them- 
selves barracked in their rooms with benches and 
chairs. Demonstration night was great, wasn't it! 

The Senior Class now taking the History of Educa- 
tion Course is working on a Who's Who from State 
Teachers Alumni. Do you know what — some of the 
people who are to go in this worthy book refuse to give 
dates! Now the group is working without dates — but 
just you wait! 

"Do you know something interesting for the News 
Letters?" It's high time we gave Mr. Minnegan the 
spot light for his splendid work on this paper. He's a 
swell guy doing a swell piece of work for a swell bunch 
of fellows. 

While dining downtown, we happened to hear two 
ladies discussing the campus and nice events of S.T.C. 
Yep, we have "Campus Chatter" everywhere. This 
time it was about Freshmen Mother's Week-end. That 
was really something to talk about. Everyone, in- 
cluding the mothers, the faculty, the freshmen and 
even the hard-working upper classmen enjoyed every 
minute of it from the lovely tea to the invigorating 
tour around the grounds. Thank you Dr. Wiedefeld, 
Miss Baker and Miss Kahl. 

Ford's seems to be overflowing with eye attracting 
plays this spring with the complicating "Kiss and 
Tell" followed by "Jacobowsky and the Colonel," 
Shubert's "Merry Widow" and "I'll be Waiting." 
Many students who enjoyed the movie production of 
"Winged Victory" are eagerly waiting the stage play. 
And then there is the annually popular "Student 
Prince" on the books. 

Spring is making its entrance to the S.T.C. campus. 
Yes, we know there is a nip in the cold morning air and 
the glen (we hate .to admit) isn't as inviting with its 
dead branches as it will be (after Glen Day), but we 
did see those first few brave robins just a couple of 
days ago and the earthworms after the warm rainy 
day. We know the buds are just waiting for a little 
more encouragement because we have seen the forced 
forsythia and magnolia in the dorm. With spring 
comes the yearning for new clothes and spring games. 
Maybe our competitive games will be an outlet for all 
our enthusiasm. 

The student body enjoyed the very entertaining 
and educational film "The Remarkable Andrew," in 
one of its assemblies last month. I'm sure we all pro- 

(Conti.iu.d on pag: 10) 

From the Grandstand 


Millie made?" "And Mary Caples — gosh, she's 
good cutting away from that tall guard." "I don't 
see how those girls stand up under the strain." These 
are just a few of the many remarks heard from the 
balcony as we battled our way to victory (sometimes 
defeat) when we played those noted rivals, Notre 
Dame and Mount Saint Agnes. 

Slushing through a fine mixture of snow, rain, and 
sleet we arrived at Notre Dame where we were royally 
received. The game got under way with our so-called 
Varsity playing theirs. No need to tell you the score — 
suffice to say that we lost. Then, on the floor came 
their J. V.'s ready to tackle our Freshmen, and tackle 
they did; another defeat will go down in history for 
us. At the completion of the game, the weary, ex- 
hausted players were served delicious punch and 
cookies by our hostesses, and a grand time was 
enjoyed by all. 

A week later a game was scheduled with Mount 
Saint Agnes on our court. Spectators galore filled the 
APRIL • 1945 

balcony — among them our noted specialist and un- 
official coach, Doc. Hartley. No kiddin, we do ap- 
preciate the yells and cheers from each of you. At 
first, we were a little shaky in the knees but it didn't 
take long to overcome that. Our opponents were 
extra-good ; we realized that, but determination to win 
was ever present. It helped, but not enough. Another 
loss for the Sophomores but the Freshmen pulled us 
out of a hole again by defeating their J. V.'s with a 
score of 24-12. 

Special thanks to Miss Roach, our coach, for her 
untiring efforts and unlimited time given to training 
and practice. We do appreciate it tremendously. 

The badminton tournament held with Goucher 
made a fine showing for us — well, better than usual, 
anyway, with three games won and two lost. Some of 
our crack players were on the court and I understand 
there were beautiful placings made. Congratulations, 
girls and to Miss Daniels for having produced such 
fine athletes. It was great for you to uphold the 
name of the college! 


9 draper 

there is not a lengthy article in the daily news- 
paper concerning someone's attaining success. The 
statements announcing the fact vary from the simple 
"He has reached his goal" to the elaborate "In spite 
of all numerous setbacks he has realized at last his 
childhood dreams of success." Inspiring? Perhaps 
it is just so for some readers, but to the more philo- 
sophical and, I might add, to the wiser it is almost an 
ironical statement; for has a truly ambitious man ever 
really reached his goal? Doubtlessly this same idea 
came into Robert Browning's mind as he wrote, "Ah, 
but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's 
a heaven for?" I once asked a child if he understood 
this bit of poetry and to my amazement he replied, 
"Oh ves, I know what that means. It means that if I 
already know how to saw wood right, I should want 
to learn to make a wagon of the wood." Yes, a goal 
should not be a stable thing but should be kept con- 
tinually advancing, always a step ahead of what we 
have already attained. 

Needless to say there are those who reach, and hav- 
ing grasped what they sought forgot to reach higher. 
The fate of such persons is as well known as the fall of 
Adam. From all sides we hear. of instances which 
might have been avoided by a more energetic reach 
and a desire to accomplish. As we see him pictured in 
our minds, a (to use his own term) successful and re- 
tired business man has absolutely nothing to worry 
about now that his goal has been reached. But has 
he been successful? His hard work has obtained for 
him the fortune he has always desired. He has 
amassed so great an amount of money that he is "set 
for life." Perfectly content with himself he settles 
down to a life of ease, unfortunately forgetting that 
the only worthwhile gain is one that brings us closer 
to an ever advancing goal. For him there is no longer 
any purpose to his actions, he is simply "enjoying" 
life. Realization of his error inevitably comes, but 
comes too late. A terse, formal note from the bank 
informing him that the fortune that was to last for- 
ever has swindled to a mere nothing awakens him to 
his neglect of a higher goal. Any encouragement 
given him is given in vain. He is convinced that he is 
a failure, and this conviction brands him one. 

It is indeed pleasant to hear of instances in which a 
single accomplishment meant the furthering of a goal. 
The pages of history are filled with such events taken 
from the lives of great men and women. Would there 
be world famous paintings if Michaelangelo, Raphael 

{Continit.d on pige 12) 

Our Father, Who art in Heaven 
Show us Thy path of rightousness 
That we may come to Thee, 
Give us hope that we may find 
A paradise reached by neither land nor sea. 

Hallowed be Thy name, O Lord 

For it is a great name — a name that 

Makes us lift up our hearts and say, 

"Our humble thanks we give to Thee, O Father 

For showing us Thy way. 

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done 

On earth as it is in Heaven — 
When our life on earth is finished 

And we have pledged ourselves anew, 

We'll step before your throne, O God, 

And humbly bow our heads to you. 

Give us this day our daily bread 
And forgive us our trespasses as we 
Forgive those who trespass against us. 

They knew not what they did, O Lord. 

Their hearts were filled with grief and pain. 

Take them into your heart, dear God, 

And show them the right road again. 

Lead us not into temptation, for, O Lord, 
All mortals are weak souls 
Who cannot restrain their hearts 
From longing for the betterment of the world 
In which they can take a part. 
These things are only temporary, 
They cannot last for long. 

Help them, then, O Father, to see the right things 
And show them where they are wrong. 

All these things we ask of you — 
To show us the way and place, 
And deliver us from evil, O Lord, 
That we may obtain Thy grace. Amen 

Virginia Hurry 

Senior II Looks Back 

nineteen bright eyed freshmen strolled the halls 
of S.T.C. in search of fun, classes and instructors. 

Who was the instructor who had to sit down to 
write on the blackboard, and slide ye chair as he 
wrote? {Continued on pigs 9) 




Baker, accompanied by our two stalwarts, plowed 
back into the wilderness to what is known as the 
cottage. At the magic words, "Open Sesame," the 
great white door swung open on its gilded hinges. The 
trio wended its way up the magnificent, spiraling, 
rickety staircase. The guide, Miss Baker, introduced 
our two heroes, whom you must know by now are 
Norm and Don, to a dark, damp, drabby, shabby, 
little den. However, "elbow room, cried Donial 
Boone." So-o-o the guide broke down and gave them 
a lovely, large, palative, ornate chamber. 

On February 3rd, the boys once again climbed the 
aforementioned spiral staircase. Upon crossing the 
threshold, Norman and Don were struck with awe 
(soon they picked themselves up from the floor and 
looked about). From the lofty, vaulted, mosaic ceil- 
ing hung a huge, crystal chandelier. A white ala- 
baster fireplace adorned the far end of the room. As 
they strolled down to the other end of the room to ex- 
amine the elevator, they sank knee deep in the Persian 
rug which carpted the highly polished ebony floor. 

When the tower clock struck midnight Norm could 
be heard making his way on his hands and knees up 
the rickety staircase (he couldn't find the light switch). 
Upon entering the room, he was amazed to see Don 
lying in bed having a coniption fit. The hours slowly- 
wiled away until at 6:45 a crashing, clashing, clanging, 
woke our two slumbering heroes — it was Katy's alarm 
clock (according to her it only tinkles). To Coach 
Minniegan who wasn't in a gay mood because he had 
only half an hour's sleep, the alarm came as a blessing 
for it meant that our two heroes must get up and leave 
the cottage. Peace at last .... 

Senior II Looks Back— (Continued from pagz 8) 

Remember the time an apple for the teacher saved 
us from a health test? (Say, who put that apple there 
anyway! !) 

Food sure lent a hand in our school career kinds. 
Remember the day that angel food cake helped us 
slow up a test? 

How about that sweltering day in art class when 
lemonade was passed around and a certain instructor 
said, "Here's to those who love me well , . . ?" 

How about those of us who believe in the maxim, 
"Better late than never." (Come on you two.) 

Can we ever forget out student teaching and the 
children we taught? Worthwhile? You bet your life. 
APRIL ■ 1945 

Dear Friends, 

I am very much afraid that, "yours truly" has con- 
tacted a chronic case of spring fever this month and 
because of it, everything is work'ng out just the way 
it isn't supposed to. For the past couple of weeks my 
head's been wandering around without my feet and 
iii)- feet have been wandering around without my 
head. Maybe it's time to make readjustments. They 
tell me certain kinds of spring tonic are good for ail- 
ments, like that, so I bought a bottle and have been 
trying it out. Evidently I got hold of the wrong kind 
'cause now even queerer things are happening. Why 
only yesterday I went to the Riverside Bank to check 
my cash and came home with a mon-bag full of honey. 

As I was reading the newspaper this morning, I 
found evidence that spring fever is quite common. 
Among the Want Ads were these amusing items: 

WANTED: A furnished room by an old lady with 
electric lights. 

WANTED: A boy to be partly outside and partly 
behind the counter. 

WANTED: An airy bedroom for a gentleman 22 
feet long and 1 1 feet wide. 

FOR SALE: A bull dog; will eat anything; is very 
fond of children. 

FOR SALE: A nice mattress by an old lady stuffed 
with hair. 

LOST: Near Spigoodle and Onion Streets: an um- 
brella belonging to a gentleman with a bent rib 
and bone handle. 

In one of my off moments I caught this one in the 
library. A history student asked for the life of Julius 
Caesar but the librarian replied: "Sorry, but Brutus 
was ahead of you." 

Beings' my spring tonic didn't work I decided I 
could do better by making my own. On rumaging 
through my cook book I found this amusin' but con- 
fusin' recipe. You'll all be interested and I'm sure, 
you'll want to keep it on record so here it is: 


"Take one of those Hollywood combinations, of a 
playwright, director, and composer. Add a traffic cop, 
and a detective, and bring to a boil. Stir in a salesman, 
a statistician, and a bill collector. Top off with an 
evangelist, an inspirational orator, and Caesar's wife 
. . . and you have one teacher, perhaps a little tired 
from all this." 



Is tuition charged in the Lida Lee Tall School? 

No, the Lida Lee Tall School is a free public school. 
It is not a county school nor a city school, though it 
has children from both the city and the county. It is 
a state school, a part of the State Teachers' College, 
and is wholly supported by state funds. 

How are children selected for the Lida Lee Tall School? 

First, the parents of the children select the school. 
When they express their interest in having a child at- 
tend, the}' are asked to fill out an application form. 
No applications are accepted for children under four 
years of age. Children are admitted to the school 
strictly in the order of the date of applications, except 
that preference is given to families who already have 
a child in the school. Formerly there was a preferred 
district, but that plan has not been followed for the 
last few years. 

Children are tested before entrance to first grade. 
If they do not measure up to a mental age of six years, 
a standard rather widely agreed upon as necessary for 
success in first grade, the parents are advised to post- 
pone their entrance to the school for another year. 
When vacancies occur in grades above the first, 
children from the waiting list are admitted on recom- 
mendation of the schools from which they come, or on 
the results of achievement tests. 

The regulations for enrollment rule out the possi- 
bility of choosing children because of special ability or 
talent; or because their parents are alumni of the 
school or college; or for any of the reasons which might 
seem to place them in a preferred class. 

Irene M. Steele 

Calendar of Events 

April 3 

News Dissemination Assembly — Dumbarton Oaks. 
April 10 

Carola Bell William's Dramatic Monologue, "Re- 
member the Ladies." 
April 20 — Athletic As:ociation Assembly. 
April 24 — S.G.A. Assembly. 
April 28 

Natural History Group Hike — Forest Reserve. 
May 1 

Mabel Strider (Speaker from National Geographic). 

Campus Chatter— (Continu d from p g- 6) 

fited by the portrayal of Andrew's ideas about Ameri- 
can democracy. Some S.T.C. ites also received a few 
pointers "Why We Should Be Punctual" and "How 
To Keep Fit." Maybe Andrew's early morning exer- 
cises, etc., weren't such a bad idea, but somehow most 
of us feel they're exclusively for the Andrew type. We 
wish to thank the Assembly Committee for their 
grand choice of this movie and also for the other fine 
programs we are having. 

Balmy breezes, fused starlight, and a new moon 
found the students of S.T.C. swishing to the strains of 
the Melodiers at the Freshman's St. Patrick's Day 
Dance. The promenade, led by N. Schneider and M. 
Isabelle, gave us all the opportunity of' seeing our ankle 
sock colleagues glamorous and sophisticated for the 
evening. Another highlight was the announcement of 
the May Queen and Court by our here-to-fore secret- 
ive H. Zemel. Navy Blues from St. Mary's College at 
Emmittsburg dominated the colorful scene of spring 
hued gowns and green shamrocks, although the other 
armed forces were well represented. 

Everyone agrees "I'm Confessin' " is smooth. 

Monday morning saw repercussions of the occasion 
in the numerous gardenia, orchid and other corsages 
that were worn. That bubbling class sp'rit and enthu- 
siasm of our Freshmen really made the evening one of 
the year's joyous successes. Let's have more of the 

Announcing the engagement of our own Ester 
Spath to Sergeant Arthur (Art) F. Robbins, Jr. who 
hails from San Diego, California. To quote Esther 
"This is one time Kipling was all wrong when he said 
'Oh East is East and West is West, and never the 
twain shall meet.' " We hope Art realizes what a 
jewel he has presented with a lovely solitaire. 

Calendar of Events— (Continwi) 

May 19— May Day. 

May 22— S.G.A. Assembly. 

May 24 — Senior Farewell Assembly. 

June 2 — Senior Prom. 

June 5 — S.G.A. Assembly. 

(Continue 1 on pjge 11) 


"IF" for Stoogent Teachers Don't Stop at One 

If you can sec the good times all about you, and never 

yield and deal in good times, too; 
If you can bravely smile when practice teachers doubt 

And never doubt, in turn, what practice teachers do; 
If you can keep a sweet and gentle spirit 
In spite of pain, fatigue, or work or pace, 
And though you teach a lesson or but hear it, 
Can pass with pose or flunk with equal grace; 
If you meet with unbelief, believing, 
And hallow in your heart the Thorndike Creed, 
If you can meet a confession, ever yielding, 
And learn to use a Study Course for all you need; 
If you can be a Mr. Hyde or Jekyll, 
A Teacher during school, a pupil all the rest; 
And do for others what you'd have others 
Do for you — Always a little more and never less; 
If you can keep within your soul the power 
To say that acquiescent, yet unconquered "Yes"; 
If you can brave a present shattered hour, 
Rather than yield, and face a future mess; 
If you can view a demonstration, and not let imitat- 
ions master. 
But keep yourself within your own self's clasp; 
And not let lesson planning lead you to disaster, 
Nor sleep's insistent fascination loose your grasp; 
If you can lock your heart at each day's quitting, 
Nor ever needlessly behind you all aspiring 
Toward some superiority or honest personal pride; 
If you can keep the simple, homely virtue 
Of doing all things right — and most portending on 

time — then you'll have no fear 
That anything in Student Teaching is going to kill 

And — which is more — you'll be a Teacher, dear. 

Reprinted from the Tower Light, March, 1942 

Calendar of Events— {Continued, from page 10) 

June 6 — 

Senior Dinner in the Glen. 

Step Singing. 

Class Night. 

June 9 — Senior Graduation. 

(Note — Dates subject to change.) 
APRIL • 1945 

{Tune: "Don't Fence Me In") 

Oh, buy me bonds, lots of bonds 
For the freedom of our land. 
Don't stop at one! 
Let us all heed the call 
And buy stamps — you know the brand. 
Don't stop at one! 
You can save all your dimes 
And your nickles; pennies too. 
Purchase shares of freedom 
For the red, white, and blue; 
And then dig deeper for that extra dime or two. 
Don't stop at one! 
Just think of him 
Then go down to the town 
Where they sell the stamps and bonds 
And with your money 
Let your part from the start 
Reach a goal that's far beyond. 
You want to ride to the ridge where your goal com- 
mences ; 
Cut down as much as you can on expenses; 
Buy stamps and bonds until you lose your senses; 
Don't stop at one! 

Betty Spkuill 

When My Ship Conies In 

When I was young, O very young, I'd say. 

"My treasure ship is coming in some day." 

And I would gaily plan the things I'd do, 

The far-off lands I'd see, when this came true 

I still await the day my ship comes in. 

But now my tired, anxious eyes begin 

To scan horizons for the faintest sign 

Of ships homecoming. Surely one is mine. 

I do not care for all the wealth and gold 

Of far-off countries, garnered in your hold. 

1 only ask you bring a fair-haired lad. 

He is my treasure. Tall and khaki clad. 

Come safely into port, that I may say, 

"My ship came in ... . My ship came in today." 

Margaret D., from Chicago Tribune 


Call You Be Trusted— (Continued from page 1) Do You Know— (Continued from page Z) 

garments, worn and faded by the rigors of winter, to 
be replaced by gay and bright raiment symbolizing 
the promise of the spring; the joyous movements of 
youthful dancers, who can cast aside, for happy 
rhythm, dull care and foreboding — each of these 
evidences the indestructible spring of hope. Thus, 
all around us, deeply planted in all bourgeoning nature, 
can be felt the eternal purposes of an all-wise omni- 
potent Creator, Who can bring from darkness, light; 
from death, life abundant in a glorious Resurrection. 


The Challenge— (Continued from page 8) 

and other artists were content with mixing just one 
color or painting just one figure? Would we have so 
great a variety of beautiful musical works if Grieg, 
Mozart, Beethoven and numerous others hadn't been 
eager to create rather than copy? Would science 
have advanced so far if Madame Curie and her kind 
had not kept reaching for a discovery just beyond the 
grasp? Would nations have survived if rulers had not 
continually endeavored to improve existing conditions? 
It is said that "Lincoln was not great because he was 
born in a log cabin, but because he got out of it." 
Meekly accepting whatever occurs accomplishes noth- 
ing, yet so small a thing as reaching further than the 
grasp is capable of writing history. 

"But what have we to do with all this," you may 
ask. Aren't we helping to write history — especially as 
teachers?" This question has so often been proposed 
and its answer is so evident that further comment is 
unnecessary. We know the answer, we are setting 
goals, we are reaching, we are grasping. If we heed 
the advice in Browning's words there can be no alter- 
native but to succeed. On the other hand, disregard- 
ing the philosophy of the saying and leaving it for 
others to follow is a sure path to failure. Individual 
achievements depend upon the individual. To 
achieve we must grasp; to grasp we must reach; and 
having grasped we must reach again, "or what's a 
heaven for?" 

The Tower Light is published monthly — October 
through June — by the students of State Teachers Col- 
lege at Towson, Maryland. 


That "Mikey" is making his appearance on the 
grounds at least once a day. Been waiting a long 
time to see that Southern Marylander and the day 
has come! ! 

Millie would like to go cocoanut picking on the 
Hawaiian islands some day soon. 

Arelyn gets at least a gallon of ice cream a week 
from her Towson admirer. 

Peg Crump has been going farm-hunting with 
Harold. (Any ideas? ? ?) 

That Miss Roach had a surprise birthday party 
one night this month. 

We have a new club in our school, 15% club. See 
Dr. Bulkley if interested. 

Several girls in our school are getting to be experts 
at "rolling your own." 

Who is it that blows a whistle every night between 
10 and 10:30? What does it mean, Dottie? 

About the new creation "the gownless evening 
strap? It was designed by one of our men students. 

Libbly Hurley has returned home for this semester 
but has promised us she will be back next year. 

Minna Larner and Alice Sylvester are now dorm 

Shirley Zimmerman is sponsor of a society, S.S.B.W. 
— a Washington College idea, is it not Zimi? 

Betty Townshend has a very stunning Easter out- 
fit, Navy dress, shoes, and bag and a pastel coat. Too 
bad John won't be home to see her, but Chuck will be. 

Ginny Hurry has a "lush" evening dress — pastel 
blue, net skirt, and matching pink bodice. 

What Kay had to whisper on her record to Dick. 

The dorm students entertained soldiers from Edge- 
wood Arsenal. Thanks, Miss Weyforth. 

Freshmen have received a new style gym suit. 
"The better the times, the shorter the dresses," says 
one of our instructors. We hope that applies — for 
your sake, Presides. Ask Shirley Henschen what 
happened when she took up her suit — one hem too 

Doris Spurrier and Sue Callahan had appendecto- 
mies. We're looking forward to having them back 
with us after Easter! 

Lt. Rebecca Tansil visited the college the first 
week in January. She is very busy directing the en- 
tire group of WAVES at the Mechanicsburg Station. 

What student goes to classes with a little brown 
satchel? Does it remind you of Dr. 1. Q. or Mr. 

The old familiar smile is back on Myra Dudderars' 
face since Ellsworth has been reported safe. 



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"He Did His Job To The End" 

and stare at my radio. Yes, stare, wondering what 
news could have been broadcast that would have 
been any more startling or heart-breaking than the 
words, "Our President has slept away." 

It is difficult to say in words what I feel. I can but 
sincerely and righteously thank God that w r e have been 
blessed, in this time of greatness in history, with a man 
as great as his time. 

"He did his job to the end, as he would have you 
do," was Mrs. Roosevelt's message to their four sons. 
In this we can also find the answer to our question of, 
What can we do? 

The world is indeed a loser by Franklin Delano 
Roosevelt's death. His magic smile and undying spirit 
will long be remembered. Today, April 12, 1945, is a 
significant date in the history of the world, for in the 
words of his wife, "I am more sorry for the people of 
the country and for the world than I am for us." 

Our Commander-in-Chief was truly a warm-hearted 
human for always he held before us the great vision of 
humanity. He was, indeed, a man, a great American. 

To the world he was a symbol of hope for the better 
so that all mankind would know the state of freedom 
that America was born in and shall, with God's help, 
forever prosper in. 

God grant that we may be worthy of his life's work 
for justice and peace on earth. 


Father of us all, we, thy servants, do humbly be- 
seech Thee in this our hour of need to give us strength 
and courage to face the days that are ahead. As we 
mourn the loss of our great Commander-in-Chief, dear 
Lord, give us hope and belief that our new leader may 
be granted the power to do as Thou would'st have him 
do, and that he may receive Thy most bountiful bless- 
ings. Love and service for Thee, O Christ, came first in 
the daily life of our President, and then came love and 
service for his country. May this sincere love for Thee 
and all mankind, whether they be black or white, Cath- 
olic, Jew, or Protestant, stand as a bulwark against 
those who would have us hate each other. 

May God grant him a long and peaceful rest. 
"In hope that sends a shining ray 
Far doivn the future's broadening way, 
In peace that only Thou can'st give. 
With Thee, Master, let me live." 
We ask it all in the name of our Lord and Savior, 
Jesus Christ. — Amen. 

Dorothy Patrick. 

for that potential literary talent that was lying dor- 
mant in S.T.C. The response has been simply great. 
Stories, poems, and plays have been literally pouring 
into the T.L. office. Unfortunately, we can print only 
a few of these most worthy articles, and for this reason 
you will find a few changes within — this is your lit- 
erary issue. 

Perhaps this will start a custom of having one such 
issue per year if you so desire. It not only raises the 
standards of our magazine, but also affords the oppor- 
tunity of making it — representative of all. 

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§ When I was a child I spake as a child, I un- § 
O derstood as a child, I thought as a child: but when § 

/ became a man, I put away childish things. 


For nozv we see through a glass, darkly; but § 

§ then face to face. Nozv I know in part; but then § 

§ shall I know even as also I am known. § 

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cepted this editorial position and introduced to you 
the new staff. It's very hard to believe that my time is 
up and I must turn the T.L. back to its former editor. 

Before I go I'd like to thank most sincerely every 
member on this staff, faculty and students alike, for his 
untiring efforts and faithfulness. 

I couldn't depart without giving special recognition 
to Betty Townshend and Betty Spruill. Continue to 
give them the support you have given me during the 
last few months and our Tower Light will surpass all 
barriers and know no limits. 

May I again say — THANK YOU for your won- 
derful cooperation ! 



these, we thought it would be fun to record a few 
of their favorites. 

(Just before an exam.) 

"Pick out the pearls of wisdom as they fall from 
these lips." 

(After the exam.) 

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to speak of 
man)' things." From Alice in Wonderland by Carroll. 

Dr. J. Y. West. 

"Materials suggest their uses." — Mrs. Brouwer. 

"Health is the greatest of all possessions ; 
A pale cobbler is better than a sick king - 
Bickerstaff. — Dr. Bulkley. 


Bulletin with the comment by William R. Odell, Acting 
Superintendent of Schools: "It could well have been 
written about him." — Dr. Walther. 

"So this is wisdom, to love to live, 
To take what fate or the gods may give ; 
Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow — 
To have, to hold, and in time, let go." — Tagor. 

Dr. W. H. Hartley. 

"Let us, then, be up and doing, 
- With a heart for any fate ; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labor and to wait." Last stanza of "The 
Psalm of Life" — Longfellow. 

Mrs. H. Stapleton. 

"Let a man contend to the uttermost 
For his life's set prize, be it what it will !" From 
Browning's The Statue and the Bust. 

Dr. E. K. Crabtree. 

"It is better to light a candle than to curse the 
darkness." — Old Chinese Proverb. 

Miss M. C. Bersch. 


"The teacher is a prophet. He lays the foundations of 
tomorrow. The teacher is an artist. He works with the 
precious clay of unfolding personality. The teacher is a 
friend. His heart responds to the faith and devotion of 
his students. The teacher is a citizen. He is selected and 
licensed for the improvement of society. The teacher is 
an interpreter. Out of his maturer and wider life, he 
seeks to guide the young. The teacher is a builder. He 
works with the higher and finer values of civilization. 
The teacher is a culture-bearer. He leads the way toward 
worthier taste, saner attitudes, more gracious manners, 
higher intelligence. The teacher is a planner. He sees 
the young lives before him as a part of a great system 
which shall grow stronger in the light of truth. The 
teacher is a pioneer. He is always attempting the im- 
possible and winning out. The teacher is a reformer. He 
seeks to remove the handicaps that weaken and destroy 
life. The teacher is a believer. He has abiding faith 
in the improvability of the race." 

The above quotation was found among the papers of 
William F. Ewing after his death on March 31, 1943, 
and it was published in the Oakland Public Schools 

"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! 
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music 
Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night 
Become the touches of sweet harmony. 
Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven 
Is thick inlaid with patterns of bright gold. 
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st 
But in his motion like an angel sings. 
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins 
Such harmony is in immortal souls, 
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay 
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it." 
Lorenzo to Jessica, Merchant of Venice. — Shakespeare. 

Miss Emma E. Weyforth. 

"A nation is as great, and only as great, as her rank 
and file." — Woodrow Wilson. 

"Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered ; yet we 
have this condition with us, that the harder the conflict, 
the more glorious the triumph." — Thomas Paine. 

Miss M. C. Kahl. 

"I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration 
from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind ; yet 
strange I am ungrateful to these teachers." — Kahlil 
Gibran. Dr. A. S. Dowell. 

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pital room. Paul Britton dropped his magazine 
to the floor beside his bed, breaking the silence. He 
wouldn't be able to reach it again, but what difference 
did it make? It didn't have anything in it anyway. They 
never did. 

He looked down across the foot of the bed to see if 
Hammett were awake. He was. He was lying there, 
staring at the ceiling. 

"Look out the window, Jack," Paul said. "What's 
doing outside ?" 

Hammett moved his head. That was about all he 
could move. Both of his arms were in plaster, all the ribs 
on one side were broken, and he had a punctured lung ; 
result of an automobile crash. 

He looked out of the window. 

"Well, those same kids are back in the park," he 
said. "The red-headed kid's got something under his 
arm, looks like a sail-boat. There's a good breeze out 
there, from the looks of the trees. It's a nice sail-boat, 
bright green, and almost as big as the kid himself. 
There's a girl out there, too. She's got a Marine with 
her. I think she's the same one we saw yesterday." 

"What do you mean, we saw yesterday?" Britton 
said. "You saw yesterday, you mean. You're the lucky 
stiff by the window. I can't even see out of a corner of it." 

Hammett looked a little hurt. "Well, in a way, we 
both see what I really see, and that's the next best 

Paul grunted and stretched his arms. He was a big 
man, heavily muscled. "Yeah, I know, chum," he said. 
"But I'm going nuts over here. With you, it's a little 
different. Being outdoors doesn't mean a lot to you. 
But I've been in this hole six weeks and, brother, that's 
the longest I've been inside since I was about a year old. 
You get a lot of fresh air in my racket." 

Hammett didn't want to hear about that again. "I 
know, Paul," he said. "A hospital's tougher on you than 
on me." 

"You bet it is," Paul said solemnly. "I'm used to an 
active life. Look out the window again. What's that 
Marine up to now, the lucky guy?" 

"He's gone," Hammett said. "Maybe he knows a 
better place. The kid's got his boat going fine. I guess 
he'll call it a day soon, though, it's getting toward sun- 
set. You can see the water in the pond getting red 
streaks in it, and the tops of the trees, too. They look 
nice. They look like real woods." 

Hammett kept it up until just before the supper trays 
came around. Then he coughed a couple of times and 
MAY • 1945 

had to stop. He wasn't supposed to do much talking 

Paul polished off his own supper and watched the 
orderly feeding Hammett. The guy never ate much and 
he didn't seem to like what he did eat. 

Paul thought he looked like a guy who would have 
a lettuce sandwich and a glass of milk for lunch. He 
drank a lot of milk. A couple of times every day he'd 
have Paul push the bell for him. They took pretty good 
care of him, every body liked him, and at one time Paul 
had figured that if Hammett asked for it, they'd let the 
two of them swap beds. But then he'd heard one of the 
doctors telling a nurse that Hammett was on no account 
to be moved any more than was strictly necessary, and 
the room was too small to wheel the beds around. So 
that was that. 

Paul tried to put the thing out of his mind, but it 
wasn't easy. He wanted that window, he'd wanted it for 
six weeks, and it didn't seem like such a big thing to 
want. Hammett practically never looked out except 
when Paul asked him what was doing outside. He spent 
most of the time reading or sleeping. The nurses had 
rigged up a table for him that would hold an open news- 
paper, and he'd read every line on both pages, and if 
nobody came around to turn it for him he'd read it all 
again. Or else he'd be there and recite poetry to himself. 
The guy knew a lot of poetry by heart, and none of it 
made much sense. 

Paul stretched his arms again. His arms were all 
right, the falling beam had only crushed a leg. He had 
good arms, and sometimes he fell into such a fury, 
lying there like a baby, that he wanted to pull himself 
out of bed and walk over to the window on his hands. 
He felt like trying it now, and knowing that he could 
not only added to his anger. 

He looked over at Hammett, but it was too dark to 
see him. "You asleep, Jack?" he asked softly. 

There was no answer. Just like that. The guy went 
to sleep like turning off a faucet. 

"Nuts to you, Hammett!" he said aloud. "Nuts to 
you !" It made him feel better, getting it off his chest. 

Paul finally went to sleep and he figured later that it 
must have been about 3 a. m. when he heard the noise. 
He came awake instantly and listened hard. He heard 
it again — a gurgling half-cough, half-sob from Ham- 
mett's bed. He grabbed for the bell, but something held 
his hand. 

"Hey, Jack," he called out. "What's the matter?" 

There was no reply, and the bubbling and gurgling 
went on. Even if Hammett were conscious, Paul knew 
{Continued on page 8) 



Do you remember that night in October when the 
S. C. A. invited all the freshmen to a "p 'j' " party, and 
the freshmen came, but were wondering just exactly 
what the S. C. A. was? They soon found out, and most 
of them were quite anxious to become members, espe- 
cially when they discovered that the S. C. A. has Ves- 
pers, for which the S. C. A. Choir, directed by Miss 
MacDonald, furnishes special music once a month ; has 
Chapel every Tuesday morning; sells stamps; and has 
a candy room. 

"I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked." One could 
have heard this piece and others sung by the Choir and 
our Choir soloists, Helen Martin, Janice Carico, Myra 
Dudderar, Shirley Zimmerman, and Barbara Harper, 
if he had attended the Easter program presented by the 
S. C. A. on Monday evening before we left for the holi- 
days. The program was written by Miss Iona Sikes, 
college representative of the Middle Atlantic Region of 
the Student Christian Movement, and directed by Miss 
MacDonald, Miss Yoder, and Miss Bersch. The setting 
was in the Garden of Gethsemane and was very im- 
pressive with its flowers, palms, and candles, arranged 
by Jean Lehman. 

The S. C. A., under the chairmanship of Helen Wam- 
pler, is now carrying on a clothing drive for world re- 
lief. Let's give it our full support ! 

Didn't you think that Father Corrigan and John 
Swoonley were dynamic? You would have thought so, 
too, if you had attended the Area Conference of the 
Student Christian Movement at Johns Hopkins Uni- 
versity on the sev.enth and eighth of April, which was an 
interracial conference and one of the most inspiring and 
challenging conferences we have ever attended ! 

The S. C. A. is now looking forward to another inter- 
racial conference to be held at Morgan College on the 
twenty-first of April. The S. C. A. Choir members can't 
wait until the twenty-ninth of April rolls around, when 
they will visit Annapolis to sing at one of the churches 
on Sunday morning. A detailed report of the Academy 
will be expected of you. 


As an active group of the State Teachers College at 
Towson, the Marshals have the privilege of serving the 
college in many ways. The Marshals take many respon- 
sibilities which help programs run more smoothly. We 
function at regular assemblies, May Day, graduation, 
bond rallies and at other times when our services are 

New members are nominated and elected each year. 
This year our induction service was held on January 
29, in Richmond Hall. At this meeting Miss Lena Van 
Bibber gave an account of the history of the Marshals 
and the Marshals graduating in February received their 
awards. At the present time we have twenty Marshals. 
We hold regular meetings every other Friday at 8:30 
a. m. Our advisor is Miss Blood. 

This spring we intend to hold our annual spring- 
outing at which we hope to present to the Marshals 
graduating in June their awards. This is a brief resume 
of our activities and of our service to the school. 


The A. A. season opened with a hockey game against 
Towson. Later Goucher College was challenged. 

At the Bond Rally, students who had been energetic 
and hardworking as well as faithful, were awarded nu- 
merals, letters, or stars. 

New officers of the A. A. were elected at the same 
time as the S. G. A. The board members were ap- 
pointed by the President. 

Basketball season rolled around quickly and we had 
many opportunities to play near-by colleges, namely: 
Goucher, Notre Dame, and Mt. St. Agnes. 

Badminton was quite popular this year, and before 
we knew it we had a tournament under way with 

March 22, Demonstration Night! Besides the usual 
competition of stunts, games and dances, we had a 
circus, which was enjoyed by all. The classes all showed 
that they had worked hard in preparation for this night, 
and congratulations go to the freshmen, who came in 
first ! 

We are looking forward to an A. A. assembly, which 
will be an inter-section newcomb tournament. At the 
opening of the program numerals, letters, and stars 
will be awarded to the students with the qualified num- 
ber of points. 

Spring is here and both volley-ball and Softball are 
in the air. Towson High has scheduled games with us 
in both sports. 

On May Day we hope to have several representatives 
from the A. A. exhibit the skills they have learned in 


The Men's Club had a very full body-building course 
at the beginning of the semester (feel those muscles). 
The course was given by Coach Minnegan. At the pres- 
ent time the men are taking part in such athletics as 


Club Survey — {Continued) 

basketball, badminton and a little lacrosse. Later in the 
spring they hope to learn some archery. Also, the men 
are planning to join a bowling league and bowl one 
night a week for fun and exercise. 


To paraphrase a popular song, "Saturday hikes are 
the times when we really had fun." Ask any member of 
the Natural History Group and she will undoubtedly 
rave about the view over Lake Roland, or maybe the or- 
chids on Goucher Campus, or perhaps the fascinating 
flower she became acquainted with in Leakin Park. The 
wonders of nature were such that boredom was just un- 
known on the N. H. G. hikes. 


The Chimes Guild leads in the singing of grace for 
dinner and special occasions. Members of the Guild 
alternate in the playing of the chimes. 


During the present semester, the I. R. C. of our 
college took on new life. Such topics as socialized med- 
icine, compulsory military training after the war, and 
the Far East in the post-war world were studied and 
discussed in monthly meetings. The members partici- 
pated in the monthly Sunday regional meetings at 
Loyola, Western Maryland, and Notre Dame. The 
group also reciprocated by entertaining the other repre- 
sentatives at a meeting in our own college. 


In October at the Student Assembly we tried to en- 
tice many freshmen to join our organization by singing 
"The Lord's Prayer," and what could have been more 
appropriate to sing at Chapel in November? 

"All aboard for Aberdeen!" It was just that exciting, 
too, when the Jeanie Group and upper classmen went 
to Plospitals 1 and 2 at Aberdeen in December. 

"This Is My Country," sung by the Glee Club at the 
Bond Rally in January, stirred up patriotism in the 
hearts of many students, and almost immediately we 
decided to sing for the soldiers at the U. S. O. and later 
take a trip to Camp Meade. 

Freshmens Mothers' Weekend and High School Vis- 
iting Day found us displaying our abilities. The Glee 
Club is now looking forward to May Day and graduation, 
and then we'll cease "blending voices" until next fall. 

— {Collected by Peggy Zieman and Clara M. 

MAY • 1945 


a common purpose, the people have vision. So it 
was when the call of the children of the state brought 
the future teachers and faculty of the Normal School to 
Towsontown, thirty years ago. 

Nature has been lavish with her gifts on this site. 
The landscape is an ever-changing scene. There are 
wooded hills and violet-covered glens. Hidden springs 
bubble forth at will in the fields and wander down to 
meet larger streams among the neighboring rocks. 

Great spaces exist. In them, beautiful structures rise 
to serve you. Can you ever forget the old Ad. Building 
in springtime ? The sight of the magnificent bloom of the 
purple magnolias and the golden forsythia must stay 
with you forever. 

Another memory you must cherish. There is the 
dormitory with its lights flirting from the windows in 
the wee hours of the morning. There is also another 
picture that you must take. It is the one with the shad- 
ows that are framed as you stroll in the moonlight 
evenings. But for some of you, the artist would paint 
the meeting of neighbors in the Victory Gardens. 

Other stretches of land enable you to work and play 
together. It is here that strong bodies are developed, 
that laughter is stirred and that friendships are made. 

This campus has been the scene of many festive and 
dignified occasions. Some are held in great esteem. Per- 
haps the highest honors should be awarded to May Day. 
Annually, the villagers have rejoiced in the old six- 
teenth-century custom. Here on the north campus, 
amidst the blossoming trees, students, children, teachers 
and friends have gathered to pay honor to the May 
Queen and her court. 

Under "October's bright blue skies," Play Day al- 
ways has been a jolly affair when the students and fac- 
ulty participated in a colorful procession and vied with 
one another in eating and the playing of games on the 
greensward in front of Richmond and Newell Halls. 

Hospitality has spilled over many times from the 
home of the president. Returning alumni, members of 
the honor society, college clubs, and guests of the school 
have enjoyed picnics and entertainment on the front 
lawn and spacious porch of the house. Just around the 
corner of the president's house is a lovely amphitheater 
which is guarded by a majestic oak and other friendly 
trees. Here in the presence of distinguished governors 
of the state, beautiful young women and handsome young 
men have received the reward for their labors. Tradi- 
tion will call you to this treasure spot every June but the 
rain god controls that privilege. 

(Continued on page 6) 

Our Campus Today — (Continued from page 5) 

Like a precious jewel lies the "little glen" behind the 
outdoor stage where so many celebrities have sat. When 
resting from a game of tennis, look on this place. It lends 
itself perfectly for development by those who are in- 
terested in ecology. 

"A little child shall lead them." Once every spring, 
the parents and teachers join with the children of the 
Lida Lee Tall School to observe Family Day in the 
Glen. At this time the children take their parents on a 
tour to see their cherished Arbor Day plantings. The 
ever-blooming rock garden is a choice part of their ef- 
forts. You might have a real pleasure some day if you 
would get a group of sixth-grade children to tell you 
about their work on the grounds and explain the map 
that shows their contributions to the Glen. 

To those of you who will stay awhile and desire to 
know more of your Alma Mater, a treasure hunt is in 
store. Wherever you start on our campus you will either 
find a place of beauty or one of interest. 

As you stand on the front steps under the tower 
clock, look to your left. In the sunken garden, nestled 
in the shrubbery, perhaps you will see a robin or car- 
dinal taking a morning bath by the lovely bronze, Sing- 
ing Master. This little statue stands in memory of a be- 
loved teacher of science who spent much time in the 
out-of-doors among the trees, birds, and flowers. Now 
look to your right. You may see a sparrow or a noisy 
starling feeding at the station. If you are quiet, you 
may catch a glimpse of a young rabbit when he hops 
out for a choice sunflower seed. Directly in front of you, 
there is a sun dial within a frame of arbor vitae trees 
and golden forsythia. Read the inscription. It is the 
symbol of devotion for one class. 

At the southeast corner of Richmond Hall you will 
observe a tablet that points to the first oak tree that was 
planted in the United States by the National Congress of 
Parents and Teachers. There is another one on the 
campus. Can you locate it? 

If you really enjoy hiking, you may have as much as 
a two-mile walk on the campus within sound of the tower 
clock. There are rustic seats along the way for you to 
rest and enjoy Nature's gifts. Of course you know the 
trails extend beyond the "Ma and Pa" tracks. Have 
you read the trail signs? Many of them are named for 
scientists. What do you know about these great men? 
For you who are interested in botany, a treat awaits. 
Have you seen the Cercis canadesis? It is an astonish- 
ing sight and divides the honors of the spring with the 
Shadbush and the Dogwood. There are two white oaks 
on the campus that were grown from acorns of the fa- 
mous Wye Oak at Wye Mills, Maryland. If you don't 

know the story about the trees ask some member of the 
Rural Club to tell you. 

As you stand half-way down the Fitzhugh Trail, 
look at the flaming azaleas. At your right are the deli- 
cate pink ones that are natives of the woods. The Paul- 
ownia and the Catalpa trees are near the shelter. Do 
you know the difference between them? At a distance, 
one of the trees when in blossom will appear like a pur- 
plish mist on a gray, misty morning. 

Step into the shelter. The crane in yonder fireplace 
was designed by an engineer of the college who spent 
some of his free time in Enoch Pratt Library searching 
for the right pattern to use in casting old iron into a 
thing of beauty. Look at the rafters overhead. They 
are priceless, hand-hewn cedar logs and the shingles 
are the kind that might be coveted by any builder. 

Go down to the botany pool. Did I say pool? Well, 
it was a beautiful spot two years ago. It had lovely 
water lilies, yellow lotus and heavenly blue forget-me- 
nots. Real frogs croaked. Mint bordered the banks. 
There was a wonderful stone seat nearby, upon which 
one could sit and enjoy the flowers and trees. Students 
have been inspired here. You will find their poetry 
and prose in the Tower Light. Will that beautiful scene 
ever be restored ? 

Don't forget to notice the beeches. Many are scattered 
over the grounds. Their bark is almost as silvery as that 
of the birch tree which was given by the D. A. R. and 
stands near the entrance of the Mountain Ash Trail. 

Buried at the foot of a tall tulip poplar are the names 
of the members of a class that was inspired by the great 
naturalist, Ernest Thompson Seton, to build the Council 
Ring, which is an Indian symbol for a democracy. 
No feasting may take place in this circle. It was all that 
the name implies. College students, teachers, and chil- 
dren have gathered here for ceremonies, story-telling, 
song fests, and peace councils. 

When your search is ended and you climb the hill, 
pause at the rim of the Glen and give thought to the 
men who represent a part of our society. A part that 
was jeered and mocked during the last decade. Some of 
them were half-clothed, some were half-fed, some were 
indifferent, but there were many who loved every stone 
that was placed and every tree that was planted. Let us 
give praise to them, the W. P. A., for helping to make 
possible so much beauty. A debt of gratitude is also due 
the citizens who contributed all of the laurel, the red 
bud, azaleas, iris, and many other plantings that were 
done under the guidance of the State Forestry Depart- 

Wend your way back to the steps from whence you 
started. Behold the view ! It represents the love and 
(Continued on page 7) 


J am grow'n tired of age PROFESSIONAL 

I am grown tired of Age ; 

So short a time ago 

I was so young! 

I dared to laugh or cry 

Whene'er my heart was stung. 

But now — ah, now 

This being Old is new, 

I find it but the veil that hides 

The heart from someone's view. 

I would have back Youth's vigor : 
To stand against the pressing wind; 
Fling back my head and laugh at Rain ; 
Shake hands with Thunder, embrace the sky ; 
And know Youth's loveliness is not vain. 

I am grown tired of Age ; 

I want my Youth again : 

To sing when pipers play a tune ; 

To scoff at Age's prattle; 

And dance beneath the moon. 

If I were younger once again, 

I would wish to be Old. 

Then, beigh Age, I'd wish for Youth, 

So human, brazen, bold. 

I am grown tired of Age — 

It has too great a hold. 

Carolyn Motschiedler. 

Our Campus Today — (Continued from page 6) 

labor of many who have faith in the teachers of our 

Your legacy has been large, we are richer because of 
you, you are a part of all that we have been ; but there 
is much untold and there are "frontiers to conquer" by 
those who will follow you. Go forth — a great teacher is 
God's gift. Remember your Alma Mater and nurture 
her with your best ! 

Stella E. Brown. 

tation of Dr. Wiedefeld, was proud to be able to 
bring Dr. Daniel A. Prescott of the University of Chi- 
cago back to Towson on March 22, 23, and 24 for a 
three-day conference. Miss Alder and supervisers of the 
state, representatives of Baltimore City, and members 
of the college faculty were present at the meetings held 
in the Curriculum Room. 

Dr. Prescott brought to his earnest audience an in- 
creased awareness of the child as a unique individual, 
passing through various stages of growth and develop- 
ment but retaining always that quality that makes trying 
to know any one human being a life-long adventure and 

Six major influences were emphasized as molding the 
child's life at all times. These influences are in a state 
of constant change ; they are dynamic ; they are things 
going on through time. The six areas were divided as 
follows: (1) Organic processes, (2) Affectional or 
emotional processes, (3) Social interaction with peers, 
(4) Aculturation (how life and its meaning is inter- 
preted by our society), (5) Self-realization processes, 
(6) Self-defense processes. 

In discussing each of these fields, some in great de- 
tail, Dr. Prescott constantly urged his listeners to re- 
member : "The child is an indivisible unit." These six 
areas impinge upon each other, interact, become dom- 
inant or subordinate, are in a state of constant flux. If 
we can look upon all these areas as we consider a child 
and his development, then we are "seeing the child 
through time" — the way Dr. Prescott would have us do. 

Margaret Simmons. 


What was the first prophetic word that rang 

When down the starry sky the angels sang, 

That night they came as envoys of the birth — 

What word but peace, "peace and good will on earth" ? 

And what was the last word the Master said 

That parting night when they broke brother bread? 

That night He knew men would not let Him live — 

Oh, what, but "peace I leave" and "peace I give" ? 

And yet behold, near twice a thousand years 

And still the battle-wrath, the grief, the tears, 

Let mercy speed the hour when swords shall cease, 

And man cry back to God, "There shall be peace.' 

Edwin Markham. 
(Taken from World Affairs Magazine, Dec, 1944.) 



Bed by the Window — {Continued from pige 3) 

he wouldn't be able to speak. He dug under the pillow 
and found the bell button, but it slipped out of his hand 
and fell off the bed. He swung around for the cord and 
pulled it up again, taking his time, making it hard to do. 
Finally he had it in his hand again, and he clamped 
his thumb down savagely. 

"All right," he muttered to himself. "So I ought to 
let him pass out. So I'm too softhearted. So what?" 
A nurse came in quickly, and there were a couple of 

doctors within minutes, but Hammett had needed them 
a little sooner than that. They tried hard, but it was no 
good. He just slipped out of their hands. After they had 
wheeled him from the room, one of the nurses stayed 
around a while and talked to Paul. He asked if he could 
have Hammett's bed. She gave him a queer little look 
and said she didn't know why not, if he wanted it. 
Then she left, and Paul went back to sleep. He'd seen 
men die before, and a good deal more spectacularly, 
if it came to that. 

A couple of orderlies came in to move him, right 
after breakfast. They were strong boys, and they just 
picked him up and plopped him down in the other bed. 
The shade on the window was pulled to the sill, and 
Paul asked one of the orderlies to raise it. He was 
grinning with anticipation as he turned his head, and 
even after he'd been looking out of the window for 
quite a little while, the grin remained — a stupid, ab- 
sent-minded grin. 

For the window faced a courtyard, and there was 
nothing to be seen, except, twenty yards away, a blank 
brick wall. 

Kathleen Ritchie. 



In the garden are my flowers, 
Every year comes April showers, 
See them blooming wild and gay, 
All through the month of May. 

(By a sixth-grade girl at Gardenville under the 
direction of Lucy Goldsmith.) 


Cpl. M. Bremer Shearman, ex. '43, was a recent vis- 
itor at the college. Bremer says, "Finished at Truax 
Field — now I guess I'll get an APO." 

Sol Charkin, ex. '43, visited us while on a forty-five 
day leave from Italy. 

Lieut. Morton D. Weiner, ex. '42, surprised us by 
speaking at an assembly given by the Holabird Signal 
Depot. Morton says, "After appearing at an assembly 
here as a Signal Corps speaker, I'm really homesick for 
the gang." 

Among other recent visitors at the college were Her- 
man Jackson, ex. '46 and Kenneth Martin, ex. '43. 


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President's Farewell AcldlreSS can be if we make the most of what we have and what 

time when we started together at S. T. C. Even 
though the years have flown, it is hard to believe that 
Commencement Day is here. It is only natural when 
we are preparing to leave a place that is as dear to us 
as S.T.C., that we look back and remember all the 
splendid things that have happened to us as a class. 
There are some things that we'll never forget — the 
first time we sang "Alma Mater" at the Lighting of 
the Way, and our freshman registration when we 
talked about "Arthur, the Rat." It was more hilari- 
ous, however, when we heard our recordings played 
back to us and we couldn't recognize our own meek 
voices. As time went on, more and more things hap- 
pened and our voices became stronger, as we proved 
when we took top honors at Girls' Demonstration 
Night, in our junior year. The things that we have 
done this year are especially vivid to us, because they 
are recent, and because we are seniors. Our May Day, 
for example — although we do remember the others 
with pleasure — our May Day was especially lovely to 
us because the girls in the court were our girls. 

We are more fortunate than the graduates of the 
past two years, because some of the tradition, of 
which they were deprived, has been restored for us. 
The two things uppermost in our minds in this respect 
are the Baccalaureate Service and Class Night. These 
celebrations represent two extremes; but that's typical 
of us, isn't it? We enjoy the religious and serious as 
well as the humorous and frivolous. These things 
stand out because they are big, but life is also made 
up of tiny, insignificant things that all add up and 
fused together to make our pattern of life, which con- 
sists of the dramatic and the prosaic. Even though 
the prosaic is taken as a matter of course, it is that 
which consititutes our way of life. Talking over sweets 
in the book shop, going to electives and club meetings, 
dashing to classes, having informal chats with the 
faculty, picnicking in the glen, and last but not least, 
dancing in the foyer — these things along with other 
intangibles have strengthened our bond of friendship 
and have niched a special place in our memory lane, 
because they have helped to make S.T.C. OUR college. 
However, they also should have helped to bring our 
sense of values into sharper focus and in so doing make 
us realize that we have reached our goal in that we are 
graduating. However, with the achievement of this 
goal, we have automatically set another for ourselves. 
Our job is to teach, and to teach well. To accomplish 
this, everything that we do should be our best, and it 

During the past three years, the foundation for a 
good teaching career has been laid, but the rest is left 
up to us as individuals. There is a special glow that 
comes with saying, "This is my best." We must make 
this glow our aim and perhaps Douglas Malloch was 
saying just this when he wrote: 

"If you can't be a highway then just be a trail, 
If you can't be the sun be a star; 
It isn't by size that you win or you fail — 
Be the best of whatever you are!" 




like to extend my appreciation to the persons who 
made this, our senior issue of the Tower Light, possi- 

To Dr. Hartley, who so generously gave his time 
and effort to us we give our sincerest thanks. 

To Mrs. Brouwer, Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. Stapleton, 
and Dr. Walther we say "thank you," for without 
your excellent advice and graciousness we could not 
have made this issue a success. 

To the Tower Light Staff, who has cooperated with 
the Seniors, goes our sincere appreciation. We are 
greatly indebted to Sylvia Rosen for the splendid 
cover and to Edith Paul's untiring efforts as typist. 

As the editor I would like to say that it has been a 
great pleasure and privilege working with each and 
every one of you. 

To my remaining colleagues I have but one message 
to leave — 

Carry on, the task has just begun. 



Open Circle — this end is our beginning. 
Three Circle — accelerated course. 
Vista — seeking truth ahead — "Without vision a 
people perishth." 




means farewell. All of us here at the college hope 
that your graduation will not mean that you are leav- 
ing us for good, because you have become too much a 
part of us and we too much a part of you for that. This 
is rather to wish you Godspeed in your journey along 
the paths of your chosen profession. 

I regret that you were not able to complete your 
college career under the able leadership of Mr. Miller. 
Since you were not able to do this and had me assigned 
to you as your advisor, I feel that I should say to you 
again what I said upon the first day I met you in an 
advisory capacity: A school is a place where indi- 
viduals should feel free to try out their own ideas, 
make mistakes and profit from them, and learn to 
assume responsibility for their own actions. As your 
advisor, I shall come to your aid whenever you need 
me, but I shall not knowingly meddle with nor inter- 
fere in affairs that are your own. 

I have tried to adhere to this policy, and I hope thai 
in so doing I have not seemed to neglect you. You 
have had your "ups" and "downs" and we have made 
many mistakes. We have lived through much to- 
gether. But the big thing is that you have developed 
to the extent that you are now ready to continue your 
journey alone, but let us hope that it will not be with- 
out us. We are still always ready to aid you when you 
need us and we shall need your aid. 

During the next few years the teaching profession 
will have greater need than ever for strong teachers 
with clear vision of children and their problems. We 
know that we can count upon you to help fill this need 
to the best of your ability. So we say, not good-by, 
but Godspeed to the Seniors! 

Your advisor, 

Joe Young West 

JUNE 1945 


of the Tower Light, to Dr. Joe Young West who 
willingly consented to be our advisor after Mr. 
Miller's departure. His careful and efficient guidance 
has brought us successfully through our college life. 
We sincerely hope that this dedication may in some 
small way express our gratitude for his able assistance. 

Class of 1946 

The Editor Sez 

"Patience, children, just a minute — 
See the spreading circles die; 
The stream and all in it 
Will clear by-and-by." 

As we, the class of 46, approach the end of our 
college career, we realize that we are living during one 
of the greatest eras of all time. 

Invasion of France, the Philippines, the death of 
our President, and now the fall of Berlin; these are 
just a few of the historic events that we have wit- 
nessed. Can we help feeling that we need patience, 
guidance, and wisdom to go out into such a world and 
serve — to carry principles, here received, to lands 
where they are needed? Into this stream of events we 
shall place our individual contributions to the best of 
our ability knowing that they shall be carried afar by 
"the spreading circles." 

America has helped to win the peace, these are 
strong words, and we must think what they mean. 
America will have a duty to perform to the world. She 
has the opportunity to be one of the great leaders 
among nations. The responsibility for performing this 
duty rests upon the children of today, the children we 
shall teach. 

As we give daily guidance, let us always remember 
Tennyson's birthday tribute to Queen Victoria: 

"We sailed wherever ship could sail; 
We founded many a mighty state, 
Pray God our greatness may not fail 
Through craver fear of being great." 



O, Jesus from your throne on high 

Look down on all the warring nations. 

Have mercy on them that die 

And save us all from hell's damnation. 

Save your children from death's grim reaper, 

And guide the rulers in the ways of right. 

Protect us all from sorrows deeper, 

And spread through out the world thy light. 

Theresa Ann Wiedefeld 

Tune: "Memories" 

Memories, cherished now 

Will remain with us, 

Of our years at Teachers College 

Happy days well spent. 

With each year, 

They will be 

Far dearer than before. 

Thy praises we sing, 

Our merits we bring to thee, 

Our Alma Mater dear. 

Onward now, searching for 
Some new goal to gain. 
In the fore is always seen 
Our banner high above. 
•As we go, on our way, 
We'll often think of thee. 
We'll never forget 
The love that we have for thee, 
Our Alma Mater dear. 

Mary Carroll 

1 The Circle Staff 

Business Manager 

Picture Write Ups 

Jean Barnes 

Shirley Henschen 

Jean Lehman 

Alice Sylvester 


Bee Knell 

Helen Martin 

Class History 

Farewell Address 

Esther Spath 

Cassy Cicero 

Roll of Honor \ 


Edna M. Merson 

' T. A. Wiedefeld 


j Class Will 

Minna Larner 

Mary Carroll 


Betty Seitz 

Mary R. Reeves 

Advisory Board 

Literary - 

Dr. Crabtree 


Mrs. Brouwer 


Dr. Walther 

Editor, Webby Sansbury 






leaning against the wall and eating their lunches. 
"I just finished a swell job," said one of the men. "I 
worked on that big warehouse over on Eighth Street, 
and every day at two o'clock I went up on the roof and 
watched the ball game." He waited a while and then 
he continued, "I had a grand job once before. I worked 
on an apartment house and every afternoon at three 
o'clock I went up on the top floor and took a nap." 

"Is that what you call a grand job?" asked the other 
man. "Did you ever set a goal for yourself and when 
you reached it felt that you had done a grand job?" 

"Naw!" answered the first man, as he ate his last 
bite of apple and closed his eyes for a nap. 

That man drew a salary of SI. 10 an hour, but there 
ended his satisfaction. Interest in work for the pleas- 
ure gained from achievement, from creation, from 
benefits to his fellow men were unknown to him. He 
gave so much for so much; he bargained in terms of 
equivalent exchange. Personal gain was his primary 

That man's attitude is the direct opposite of that of 
the professional man who utilizes his talents and di- 
rects his industry for the benefit of mankind. A great 
urge within him drives him to give of himself to an ex- 
tent for which there is no material equivalent. Pro- 
fessional men and women must have salary, but it is 
zeal for their work and interest in values, and not 
thought of pay, which predominantly motivate them. 

Those teachers whose attitude is that of tradesmen 
will fine teaching laborious and disappointing busi- 
JUNE 1945 

ness; those teachers who look upon teaching as a fine 
art which allows opportunities for creative activities in 
the realm of social values will agree that there are few 
types of work more satisfying. 

The greatest gift one should wish for this year's 
graduates is that they are drawn to teaching because 
of their love for children, that they regard teaching as 
rich with opportunities for social services and for 
personal self-development. Great joy is in store for 
them; great rewards and personal satisfactions await 

M. Theresa Wiedefeld 

SNAFU -- The Class of 1946 

a perfect paraphrase of the Class of 1946; for, In 
fact, we are not the Class of 1946, and only in theory 
are we a class! See what we mean? 

Here's how it happended . . . 

A race of little yellow (we're speaking mainly of 
epidermal coloration) men made an infamous attack 
on an American naval base one radiant Sunday morn- 
ing in 1941. From that day forth the orthodox college 
program existing then at S.T.C. was completely re- 
volutionized. For the first time in the history of this 
institution of teacher training a class was admitted in 
the middle of a semester year. 

On the first Monday in February following the Jap 
attack the nucleus of the emergent Class of 1946 was 
formed. Eleven eager but somewhat abashed young 
maidens gathered in the front lobby of the Ad. Build- 
ing, each a product of the whirling world which sud- 
denly was flung into being, each to know in a greater, 
more personal way the full effect of global warfare on 
civilian living. 

That first month of college was SNAFU in a very 
definite way. Few at Towson knew that that group of 
eleven-known later as Freshman 6 — was coming, and, 
consequently, they were of necessity not given the 
usual adjustment program which all preceeding classes 
experienced. No induction service, no extensive orien- 
tation tour, no Freshman Mother's Week-End. Never- 
theless, in spite of the unavoidable neglect the section 
received socially, it survived the initial four months of 
training and emerged in June a closely knit, firmly 
established group which had very definitely found a 
place in the sun. That section, unlike any other we've 
known of before or since, received the distinction of 
graduating from college with the same eleven in tact 
which entered that tumultous February, having 
weathered every storm the four-years-in-three en- 
gendered. Furthermore, that group had the proud 
reputation of being the "closest section in the school." 
An enduring and well forged bond united the eleven, 
and on that foundation '46 was built. 

When the initial summer session of the current 
series convened, Freshman 6 rejoiced to learn that they 
were to be joined by approximately twenty new pro- 
spective teachers and literally become "all a-twitter" 
with the knowledge that among them was A MAN — 
shy but courageous who helped to stabilize the rapidly 
depleting male population at Towson. To express 
their approval and faith in him the combined sections 
elected him their class president at an impromptu and 
exceedingly informal class election conducted by the 


S.G.A. president. That marked the beginning of the 
organized Class of '46 — to be graduated in '45 — with 
Dr. Joe Young at the advisory helm. 

The new Freshman class was not long in experienc- 
ing the effects of war on college life. Social events were 
kept at a minimum, expenditures were curtailed, far- 
sighted planning was practically impossible. Regard- 
less of such limitations we found ourselves at the end 
of August a happy and promising group, not yet 
wholly formed, but well on the way. 

September brought the class into completion. The 
newest addition was by far the largest unit composing 
the whole and boasted among their number two male 
students. Such a luxury was short lived, however, for 
within a few months all three of '46's gentlemen were 
called to war. Thenceforth we ventured on, an en- 
tirely feminine organization. 

With such a motley and loose-jointed group one is 
likely to assume that little class spirit existed among 
the members. That was precisely the situation, a pro- 
duct of circumstances and not of individual sluggish- 
ness. Each of the three sections were zealous and en- 
thusiastic. Section loyalty superceded class fidelity. 
Section character outweighed class reputation. '46 was 
a real an unavoidable offspring of wartime SNAFU. 
In effect, '46 was like a three-leaf clover — held to- 
gether by a single stem but each leaf self-sufficient 
and highly individual. 

The month that saw the class completed saw also the 
completion of the much needed and greatly wanted 
new gym. No longer were we to be cramped in the 
barracks or annoy the whole college with our shrieking 
in the auditorium. We had our own gym building. It 
was here that '46 — in collaboration with other classes 
and organizations — held its social evenings and after- 
noon frolics. It was here one glorious March evening 
in 1943 that we won top honors and the victory plaque 
after a hard fought Girl's Demonstration. Motley? 
Loose-jointed? Yes! But we knew how to pull to- 
gether, and we proved it that night. Excitement ran 
riot in the locker room after the events were over. 
Shouts of, "Well, kids, we did it!" "Yeah, beat the 
seasoned seniors, think of it!" resounded while eyes 
sparkeled and cheeks glowed. One would have thought 
that the war was won, so proud were we. 

The war! Always lurking in the background, crop- 
ping up in lecture classes, conversations, silent mus- 
ings. A friend home on leave ; the death of a loved one ; 
another leaving for a theater of operations; a letter 
from a distant field ... all these were a very real and 
effective part of '46's college life. (Con't. on page 23) 



Friendly, quiet, good natured 
. . . long hair and plaits . . . 
blonde streak on side . . . shy 
smile . . . expressive eyes. 

Quiet, friendly, attractive . . . 
movie fiend . . . shy smile . . . 
S.G.A. treasurer . . . golden curls 
. . . slips through the halls ever 
so quietly. 

JEAN BARNES — "Barnes" 

Studious, chatterer, helpful . . . 
Glee Club member . . . always 
wide awake . . . affectionately 
called "Genius" . . . "Nothing 
wrong with me!" 


"Mary B." 
Capable, winsome, loyal . . . 
S.G.A. gavel wielder . . . petite 
. . . quick ... a born leader . . . 
acrobat of the class . . . Mav 


Attractive, friendly, creative . . . 
lovely hair and eyes . . . creative 
design in her clothes . . . dainty 
. . . fiend on classical music . . . 
"Jim" ... "I just can't decide." 


Jolly, friendly, happy go lucky 
. . . spends most of her time 
thinking about what to do . . . 
but always gets it done . . . 
crazy . . . happy smile for every- 
one . . . lots of fun . . . "Now wait 
a minute." 






SI X.W \ [•: CALLAHAN — "Sue" 
Athletic, cute, popular . . . Vic 
and Emmittsburg . . . May 
Court . . . loves pretty station- 
ery . . . "Something like that." 

Attractive, shy, good natured . . 
expressive and lovely eyes . . . 
tall . . . quiet . . . May Day Com- 
mittee chairman . . . Glenburnie 
. . . "Oh, 1 wouldn't say that." 

Capable, jolly, friendly . . . 
president of the I.R.C. . . . treas- 
urer of the S.G.A. . . . always has 
a smile . . . Wild West fan. 

Petite, responsible, fair minded 
. . . lovely clothes . . . president 
of the Senior Class . . . Miss 
Barkley . . . going on from here 
. . . "That's neat." 

Quick, petite, jolly . . . whiz on 
the ropes . . . agile . . . master of 
expressive sound effects . . . red 
hair and naturally curly, too . . . 
corde striped purse. 


Quiet, friendly, shy . . .' lovely 
clothes . . . dainty . . . the minis- 
try . . . soft smile . . . easy going 
. . . lots of fun to know. 

Chatterer, friendly, fair minded 
. . . interested in the Infantry's 
83rd division . . . generous . . . 
neat . . . willing typist . . . help- 
ful ... "I hope I get a letter from 
the "General." 

Sweet, friendly, dainty . . . dia- 
mond clan . . . lovely hair . . . 
grin . . . constant battle with 
clocks . . . fiend for classical 
music . . . "Can't I relate this to 
music somehow?" 

Frank, witty, artistic . . . teaches 
Hebrew evenings . . . wants to 
go on from here and work with 
math . . . tower clock troubles 
. . . beautiful teeth . . . "Oh, I 
wouldn't sav that!" , 


Dynamic, witty, petite . . . clay 
modeler . . . "Lu's" shadow . . . 
Nuts about Hartley . . . Assem- 
bly Committee chairman . . . 
Fred Waring . . . "What would 
Bob Hope do in a case like 


Shy, attractive, winsome . . . 
leopard coat . . . gorgeous spark- 
ler .. . Lyric fan ... "I wish I 
knew where I were going student 


BERNICE FOX — "Bonnie" 

Idealist, pensive, positive . . .. 
beautiful hair . . . lovely clothes 
. . . numbed by exams . . . 
U. S. Navy . . . Hebrew school 
instructor . . . Tschaikowsky 
and Ravel . . . "I'm sorrv!" 


Glamourous, retiring, capable 
. . . lovely hair, long nails . . . 
haunted the typing room . . . 
always trying "new dishes" . . . 
movie fiend . . . "Oh! Kittv!" 


Quiet, studious, sociable . . . 
badminton fan . . . Catonsville 
commuter . . . club cellar . . . 
Navy medic ... "I nearly died." 


• "Woo Loo" 
Petite, intelligent, frank . . . Dr. 
Bulkley's specialty . . . wedding 
bells and Dave . . . May Court 
. . . "Oh ! I had the most wonder- 
ful weekend." 


'Baggy Lee" 
Artistic, colorful, quiet . . . small 
hands . . . very expressive eyes 
. . . diamond clan . . . Ned and 
Mississippi bound . . . "You 
know what I mean!" 


Attractive, ambitious, sweet . . . 
Kappa Delta Pi . . . full of merry 
smiles . . . friendly . . . successful 
. . . quiet ways . . . Red Letter 
Day Committee. 

LOIS HALE— "Hale" 

Quiet, studious, shy . . . our 
sturdy gal . . . secretary of the 
Marshalls ... art fan . . . horse 
fan . . . owns her own, too . . . 
hearty laugh and infectious 
smile ... "I gotta get to work." 


ELLEN HART— "Ellen" 

Attractive, tactful, friendly . . . 
sparkling dark eyes . . . our 
Maid of Honor . . . lias a per- 
sonal interest in the book, "Pur- 
ser's Progress" . . . Ocean City 
. . . "Oh! Zimmie." 

ALEDA HEBNER — "Skeets" 

Ambitious, poised, perseverant 
. . . interested in entomology . . . 
devoted to churchwork ... is 
writing a book, "Our Insect 
Neighbors" . . . "Oh! Fudge!" 

Petite, attractive, responsible 
. . . blonde belle . . . cooperative 
. . . stylish . . . May Queen . . . 
jitterbug . . . unforgetable social 
chairman . . . floats on dance 
floor . . . fun to work with . . . 
"I got a letter." 


Friendly, ambitious, capable . . . 
Chief Marshall . . . hair do's (Dr. 
Hartley likes it in the middle) 
. . . Red Letter Committee . . . 
seen with "Hack" mostlv. 


Chatterer, witty, artistic . . . 
plaits and bows . . . loves to 
dance . . . Publicity Committee 
of the S.G.A. . . . letter writer 
. . . "Kurt," to whom she is 
"Maddy" . . . "I'm gonna be- 
come a hermit." 


Capable, sincere, tall . . . sense 
of humor . . . everyone's friend 
. . . Len and a baseball team . . 
letter writer . . . "More fun." 




Executive type, individualist, 
positive . . . "Reef" . . . Ocean 
City . . . Eastern Alumnae . . . 
loves to dance . . . May Court 
. . . sports a fraternity pin . . . 
"Come on, old girl!" 


Attractive, quiet, optimist, Sen- 
ior 2's prettiest . . . Miss Mac 
Donald and "Doc" Hartley . . . 
friendly . . . May Court . . . nice 
clothes . . . Prom Committee . . . 
loves music . . . long nails and 
dark polish . . . "You can say 
that again." 


Capable, friendly, sweet . . . 
nature lover (what are we going 
to do without her?) . . . lovely 
singing voice . . . Miss Mac 
Donald and Miss Barkley . . . 
hair do specialist for the "dorm." 
President of the S.G.A. 


Quiet, conscientious, musical . . . 
songbird of Senior 3 . . . Glee 
Club, of course . . . wistful blue 
eyes ... six brothers! . . . "Well 
I guess so." 


" Winnie" 
Frank, industrious, loyal . . . 
current events champ . . . inter- 
ested in room 202 . . . Chief 
Marshall, when here. 


Attractive, frank, assertive . . . 
May Court . . . likes to have a 
good time . . . nice brown eyes 
... A.M. M. P. (Navy) . . . witty 
and sparkling humor ... "I see 


vou mean! 


" Eddie" 
Ambitious, friendly, athletic . . . 
Kappa Delta Pi . . . modest . . . 
"old Faithful" at electives . . . 
loves to dance . . . always willing 
to help . . . generous . . . our 
radio gal. 


Vivacious, happy go lucky, dim- 
ples . . . has that gleam in her 
eye . . . interest at Yale . . ."El" 
. . . Ford's fan . . . Ocean City, 
too . . . "Oh! My gosh!" 


" Dyson' 
Athletic, sincere, good natured 
. . . known by her giggle . . . ever 
faithful member of the Glee 
Club . . . wakes up her suite 
mates by singing ... "1 swear." 


Vivacious, chatterer, ardent . . . 
expressive eyes . . . interested in 
an artistic life ... if Lyle's the 
artist . . . loves earrings . . . and 
roller skating . . . "Piffle." 


Clairvoyant, assertive, fair- 
minded . . . the section's pret- 
tiest (Senior 6) . . . beautiful 
voice . . . always with Olga . . . 
A.A. president . . . Aberdeen . . . 
Moser fan . . . "Are you kid- 


Attractive, positive, individual- 
ist .. . lovely complexion . . . 
May court . . . energetic . . . dis- 
likes reading . . . brown eyes. 



— "Renie" 
Sensitive, effervescent, interest- 
ed .. . lovely singing voice . . . 
Jeanie Group . . . always dodg- 
ing Miss Weyforth . . . Florida 
. . . the section's first Mrs. (Sr. 
6) . . . record collector . . . 
"Wait'll I tell Paul!" 


Petite, responsible, positive . . . 
T.L. Editor . . . May Court . . . 
loves math .... nice singing 
voice . . . diamond clan . . . 
Gerry . . . Mrs. Brouwer . . . 
sweet smile . . . "Ohhh." . . . 
"California here I come." 

Quiet, industrious, friendly . . . 
Lyric fan . . . ambitious . . . 
lovely clothes . . . loves music 
and good books . . . petite . . . 
seen with Edith most always. 

BETTY SEITZ — "Betty" 

Energetic, twinkling ej'es, in- 
telligent . . . loves life . . . and 
Ned . . . South Pacific bound . . . 
dancing . . . May Court . . . 
"Oh! I got a wonderful letter!" 


Affectionate, responsible, artis- 
tic .. . letter writer ad volumi- 
norum . . . Moser and Walther 
. . . attractive hats . . . finds in- 
spiration in reference library . . . 
I.R.C. president ... "I got 
three letters from Steve!" . 

ESTER SPATH — "Spath" 

Tactful, ardent, successful . . . 
specializes in altitude, both phy- 
sical and scholastic . . . faithful 
teamster . . . Kappa Delta Pi . . . 
San Diego bound with "Art" . . . 
has that engaged look . . . S.G.A. 
gavel wielder ... "I see what 

you mean 

EDITH STARK — "Starkie" 

Quiet, shy, witty . . . our "car- 
rot top" . . . tall and agile . . . 
long nails and dark polish . . . 
"Southpaw" . . . envied talent 
for taking notes in shorthand . . . 
loves classical music. 

Chatterer, friendly, sweet . . . 
knockout collars . . . loves to 
harmonize . . . anything with 
math . . . Ocean City . . . sensi- 
tive to rhythm . . . charming 
smile . . . Glee Club . . . "I'm 
just a nervous wreck!" 


Ambitious, positive, sincere . . . 
Miss Barkley . . . varied inter- 
ests . . . going on from here . . . 
Columbia, perhaps . . . Classics 
in music ... "I like variety!" 

Gifted, discerning, pragmatic 
. . . Strawberry Blonde . . . na- 
ture lover . . . Shenandoah Val- 
ley . . . individualist . . . Beetho- 
ven and the Don Cossacks . . . 
Army medic . . . S.G.A. Execu- 
tive Board ... "I know, but-!" 


Vivacious, chatterer, assertive 
. . . green and blue skirt . . . va- 
ried interests . . . haunts the 
Pratt Library. . . expressive 
gestures . . . Par Eastern prob- 
lems and views . . . "Now wai- 
ai- ai- ait a minute." 

Attractive, slender, sportive . . . 
always seen with Ginny . . . 
loves all sports . . . constant 
smile . . . loves a good time . . . 
Rex . . . "Oh! I'd hate that!" 


Ambitious, perseverant, loyal 
. . . interested in the 3rd Army 
. . . swimming . . . has always 
wanted to fly high . . . loves 
music . . . "I was soaring 
through the air!" 


Ardent, colorful, friendly . . . 
Ocean City . . . loves color in the 
newest shades . . . saves her let- 
ters from Rousie to read alone at 
night . . . May Court . . . House 
President . . . "I'd like to ask a 

These girls are also included in our class: 






their Alma Mater, than to answer the call of their country? Not for monetary reward or advancement, but 
to defend that which we also are fighting to preserve here at home in our classrooms. Freedom! Freedom of 
speech, press, assembly and religion! Freedom from tyranny, oppression and force! The Freedom that we as 
Americans daily enjoy. To these, our classmates, though unable to finish with us, we dedicate this page. 


Timonium, Md . . . Towson High School . . . entered September '42 . . . quiet, energetic, 
sociable . . . heart interest still in Cheyenne? Waiting at Ft. Warren in Wyoming. 


Rising Sun, Md. . . . Rising Sun High School . . . entered September '42 . . . tall, light 
and good-looking; "Cassanova" . . . athletic . . . enticed with England. 


Baltimore, Md. . . . City College . . . entered June '42 . . . reserved, ambitious, friendly 
. . . our Freshman president . . . still intends to teach . . . with the Air Corps in India. 

To each, we the class of '46, SALUTE YOU! 



Last Will and Testament 

WE, THE CLASS OF '46, having dashed through 
college' in three years, nevertheless found time 
to acquire both sensibilities and liabilities which we 
fondly bequeath to those we love best. 

To the school: 

A senior class as unpredictable as we. (That makes 

us more interesting.) 

Enthusiasm and college spirit that is just within the 

limits of control 

Oil for the chairs in the assembly hall (also the floor 

has had too many retreadings) 

A smoker with chairs in it 

School clocks which are one-half hour slower than 

city clocks 

In the foyer'a radio victrola with an arm that is not 

double-jointed in hopes it will stay in place for three 

solid weeks 

A piano with keys that play 

Special pills which will provide concentrated sleep 

for students 

Three men for each of our 400 girls 

A player piano to use in Miss MacDonald's classes 

A monthly formal — with men 

To the faculty: 

Dr. Wiedefeld — students who understand the 
difficulty of state approval 

Capt. Miller (our advisor during our freshman 
year) another Fr. 6 

Dr. West (our advisor during our remaining years) 
clear skies on observation nights with ever-visible 

Miss Barkley — her portrait to be painted by 
Cezanne and hung in the Naval Academy (because 
the Navy is a connoiseur of beautiful women) 
Miss Bersch — a private garden to supply her 
with daily bouquets 

Miss Blood — a squad of jinrickshaws with drivers 
to take her classes on tours of the harbor 
Mrs. Brouwer — May Day equipment that puts 
itself together, walks into place, then back again 
Miss Brown — a Rural Club with members ad infi- 

Dr. Bulkley — for variety: cersise, chartreuse, and 
lavender pills 

Dr. Crabtree — sections which are just dying to 
put on an assembly 

Capt. Crook — a whole slew of fifteen day fur- 

JUNE 1945 

Miss Daniels — students who will elect gym 

Dr. Dowell — 1 large order of chanel No. 5 for 
spraying the atmosphere at the Sewage Disposal 

Dr. Hartley — a beret to keep down all that curly 
hair; also, a life subscription to Alley Oop 
Miss Holt — escalators that go to the third floor 
Miss Kahl — a television machine to look into 
early European history 

Mr. Kiser — more termites to add to his collection 
Miss MacDonald — a gong to ring on students 
who are not playing the piano satisfactorily 
Mr. Minnegan — more men at S.T.C. to keep him 
here with us 

Mr. Moser — a bell in the bottom of the waste- 
basket to record his successes in chalk-throwing 
Miss Roach — students that do not "chatter, 
chatter, chatter" 

Dr. Scott — a sealed container for transporting 

Mrs. Stapleton — a supporting fund for the Dra- 
matic club 

Dr. Walther — more G. I. visitors 
Miss Weyforth — an extra hour in every day for 
glee club practice 

Miss Woodward — a rental agency for student 

Miss Yoder — students that really read in the 
The preceding items we give as a class. Individual 

members wish to leave the following — for better or 

for worse. 


Mary Baumgartner — those glance-catching eyes 
with eyebrows to match 
Mary Carroll — soap for the gym showers 
Babs Collier — her effervescing energy; her love 
for dancing 

Edith Dolle — her talent for "drawing" 
Dot Everitt — her fine appreciation of waltz music 
Bernice Feldman — her continental manner 
Lois Hale — an annual tour of her farm 
Ellen Hart — five hundred copies of the news- 
paper article about — well you can read it when you 
get it 

Shirley Henschen — her dramatic personality 
Madeline Keen an — her talent for dancing every- 
thing but the Hartley square 

{Continued on page 23) 


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JUNE • 1945 

-L first time we entered the portals of our "Alma 
Mater." There lives in our "Memories" many 
thoughts and many events that we will cherish. Among 
our "Souveniers" are many symbols of "Happy 
Days." Even more cherished than events are the 
people and the friends we knew at S.T.C. People, like 
songs, are constantly in your mind. 

Since life itself is like a song, "An Unfinished Sym- 
phony," is there any wonder we remember the Class 
of '46 by their favorite songs. 

On our first day at S.T.C we met Esther Spath and 
her circle of admirers. Ever since "Gather Round Me 
Everybody" has been typical of our Student Govern- 
ment President. Summer school, "Summertime" and 
Dotty Summers just seem to belong "Together" with 
Winnie McCann. On taking one look at Ellen Hart 
you'll find "Your Heart Goes Bumpty-Bump." 
"You'll Never Know" just why Lois Hale is crazy 
about "Over There" or why Mary Ellen Perrin acts 
the way she does when they play "It Could Happen 
To You," or why Jean Barnes is always singing "I'm 
Just Wild About Harry." 

In the Class of '46 you'll find many and varied 
interests. There is Joanne Miller who has a "Yale 
Dog" and Lorraine Merryman who is interested in 
"Stardust." Hilda Peper just feels she must lead "An 
Artist's Life" when she isn't singing. Have you ever 
met our famous Western advocate, Mary Carroll? If 
you ever hear or see a "Cow poke-poking Along" the 
corridors of S.T.C. you will know that Mary is near. 
Dottie Everitt, however, is "Deep in the Heart of 
Texas." We have often wondered who Helen Howard 
is hoping to see in St. Louis while the band plays her 
favorite, "The Missouri Waltz". 

Helen Martin, on the other hand, likes pieces of a 
more religious nature, the "Lord's Prayer" being her 

There are some questions which come to our mind 
concerning the class. Just what power is there in 
"Elmer's Tune" for Edith Dolle? What makes Eliza- 
beth Zimmerman play "Heart and Soul" everytime 
she is near a piano? Speaking of the piano, there's our 
great pianist Pat Amos who always played "The 
World is Waiting for the Sunrise" which in such times 
as these has a great significance for all of us. Charlotte 
Zenker would you please tell us why "Get Out and Get 
Under" is your favorite? We feel that "Comrades" is 
much more fitting for you and Dorothy Patrick. Why 

is Lynn Keenan always singing "Let's Take the Long 
Way Home," especially since the March dance? 

Most of us are "A Little On the Lonely Side" these 
troubled days, but we think special mention should 
go to Ann Landis, Betly Seitz and Edith Gerwig. Also 
doesn't the rest of the world know that "None But the 
Lonely Heart" are ever truly happy when "Every 
Cloud Has a Silver Lining." Louise Wyatt and Ginnie 
Thornton and Lucy Goldsmith, this little message is 
for you. 

Some songs describe the girls who love them best. 
They do this better than any words of mine ever could. 
There is "Pretty Kitty" Flezanis and our little "Straw- 
berry Blond" Babs Collier. Above all we can't forget 
those "Dark Eyes" of Olga Soloman. Have you ever 
seen Mary Baumgartner in "Deep Purple?" That is 
something out of this world. What could more ac- 
curately describe Jean Armstrong and Jean Lehman 
than "Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair"? 

Naturally in every class this size, we have those who 
prefer the more classical type music. Victor Herbert 
is quite popular. The song "When You're Away" 
holds a certain charm for Shirley Henschen. Betty Lee 
Granger will any "Wedding March" do or are you 
particular? Can you imagine Edna May Merson and 
"A Song Without Words"? Betty Shulman sits en- 
tranced when "The Overture to Romeo and Juliet" is 
played. To make a hit with Lucille Frampton, all you 
have to do is learn the "Champagne Waltz," from Die 
Fledermaus. Wagner's "Evening Star" holds a strange 
fascination for tall Edith Stark. Another Herbert fan 
is Julia Focus, who is constantly singing "Till We Meet 
Again." Who's the lucky one? Lois Fallin also likes it. 
Aleda Hebner turns to nature with "The Flight of the 
Bumble Bee." We wonder why Theresa Wiedefeld has 
suddenly become interested in Tschaikowsky and 
Rimsky-Korshx's "Song of India"? The "Concerto 
No. 1 in B Flat Minor" holds a prominent place in 
Webby Sansbury's phonographic collection along with 
the "Sweetheart Waltz". What would the Baltimore 
Symphony and Reginald Stewart do without their 
most ardent admirer, Bernice Feldman whose favorite 
is "Beethoven's Seventh Symphony". 

Among Gershwin's followers is Shirley Hackerman 
with "Smoke Get in Your Ej'es" and Bonnie Fox, who 
simply swoons on the first measure. Pat Waddy seems 
to be crazy about "Rhapsody in Blue". 

Why is it that we only see Alma Callahan "Once in 
a While" these days? Could it be Student Teaching? 

(Continued on page 22) 

CLASS OF 1947 


President Peggy Crump 

Vice-President Etta Jane Murray 

Secretary- . ...Myra Belle Dudderak 

Treasurer Shirley Zimmerman 

S.G.A. Representative... . ..Norma Lee Merson 

Day Social Chairman... Coryne Harmison 

Resident Social Chairman. '..Virginia Hurry 


President Marcelle Isabelle 

Vice-President. Merrill Cohen 

Secretary Janice Carrico 

Treasurer Sara. Jane Young 

S.G.A. Representative Mary Belle Cox 

• Day Social Chairman .....Ida Sendleback 

Resident Social Chairman Dorothy Baldwin 



You perhaps have heard that we leave in June 

The rest of us follow soon after. 

Perchance you'll cry or sob or sigh. 

What's that? ? . . . Did I hear some laughter? 

You couldn't rejoice at our departure — 
Not us! ! We're too unique. 
We add spice, amusement and the like, 
Of course — with our own technique ! 

To the Juniors we leave our men(?) 
Ever heard of 'em? Well, you will in time. 
To the Sophomores — our love of the "arts," 
(Which Mrs. Brouwer will help you define.) 

And last but not least, that awe-inspiring group 
We call Freshmen, must get their due lot. 
Be different, independent, free thinking . . . 

like us . . . 
We guarantee you'll ne'er be forgot ! 

Lynn Keenan and other 
"untnentional associates' 

JUNE 1945 






Come with me to May Day 

We shall have lots of fun 

I'll show you all the sights there are 

I'm sure I'll not miss one. 

First we see our campus 

In all its spring array, 

Can you see the May Poles 

And the dancing girls so gay? 

We see the children's faces, 

Adding brightness to our scene, 

Brighter than the sunshine 

And all its fairy beams. 

We hear the Coronation March 

Sh-sh-look to left and right, 

Oh, how lovely they all look! 

Tis such a marvellous sight. 

And now the May Court's in full view 

Behold — the lovely Queen of May — 

With song and dance we greet them. 

Who is happier, we or they? 

Of course no day would be complete 

Without a bit of fun. 

Thus this has been provided 

By our Town Crier and "his son". 

Now this way, and you shall see 
Our bond concessions in the ring. 
Listen, too, and you shall hear 
Our Glee Club singing songs of spring. 

Come now — we must depart 
The hour of closing draws near 
But we need not be dismayed 
For we shall come another year. 

E. W. S. 


There's no thrill in easy sailing, 
When the skies are clear and blue; 

There's no joy in merely doing 
Things which anyone can do. 

But there is great satisfaction, 
That is mighty sweet to take, 

When you reach a destination 

That you thought you couldn't make. 

A tiny dove winged on its way, 
'Tis peace on earth again they say, 
But of this thing they'd have no part 
Until it came to a small child's heart. 

His mother, gentle, kind and true, 
Had done what mothers ought to do; 
His teacher played no little role 
To sow a seed within his soul. 

For on his shoulders rest the peace 
When strife within our world shall cease 
And teachers, now as then, shall be 
The light into eternity. 

Edna May Merson 


Source Unknown 

Tune: "Auld Lang Syne" 

The Freshman Class will bring such pride 

To dear old S.T.C. 

And thru the years as we progress 

Our love will grow for thee. 

Next Soph then Juniors and Seniors finally, 

For we will ever keep our faith 

Toward you, our S.T.C. 

Your high ideals inspires us all 

To keep your name so fine; 

For we will strive to do our best 

Today and all the time. 

From Teachers College, we gain knowledge, 

Shine light on our path. 

Remaining, retaining, 

Our loyalty will last. 

Shirley Terl 






The Athletic Association promotes interest and 
participation in the athletic activities of the school. 
It conducts intramural and intersection games and 
encourages individual sports. Awards for participa- 
tion are the class number or the college letter. 


For those who are talented in art or who find pleas- 
ure in doing art work, we have the Art Club under the 
direction of Mrs. Brouwer. The crafts, fine arts and 
art appreciation are the major interests of its members. 


Members of the Natural History Group under Dr. 
Dowell are lovers of the out of doors. They combine 
the joy of hiking with learning more about the world 
around them. Most of us agree that this is a very 
pleasant way to gain knowledge. 


Promoting a better understanding of community 
life is the worthy purpose of the Rural Club. In order 
to do this there are group discussions of civic and 
social problems. 

The members are also interested in the college glen 
both for conservation and recreation, with Miss Brown 
as their advisor. 


The religious services of the college dormitory are 
conducted by the Student Christian Association. Ves- 
pers are held once each month to which a speaker is in- 
vited. The S.C.A. Choir, under the direction of Miss 
Mac Donald, furnishes the music- The candy room of 
the dorm is taken care of by this group. 


The Chimes Guild is a dormitory organization under 
the leadership of Miss Mac Donald. The contribution 
of this group is grace at dinner. Grace is sung at least 
twice a week and on special occasions by the members. 
All other evenings the girls alternate in the playing of 
the chimes. 



The members of the Glee Club like music and like 
to sing. Under the direction of Miss Weyfprth they 
give main tint' performances both inside the college 
and out. 

If they have a record of perfect attendance and 
participate in the commencement program they are 
elligible for a college letter. 


If you are interested in international affairs, you 
should be a member of the International Relations 
Club. This organization is sponsored by the Carnegie 
Endowment for International Peace. Its aims are to 
! acquaint students with the problems and issues of the 
day and to promote social contact. 


Everyone in the college is a member of the Student 
Government Association. The S.G.A. is the governing 
body of the school. Any member has the privilege of 
bringing any matter which has to do with the students' 
welfare to the attention of the association. It is an 
1 example of democracy in action. 


The Marshals are chosen each year from the fresh- 
men and sophomore classes. They serve throughout 
their attendance at the college. The Marshalls assist 
at all meetings of the college, public functions, and 
student assemblies. They can be recognized by their 
gold and white armbands. 


The entire Resident Student Body elects the mem- 
bers of the House Committee to serve as the governing 
body of the dormitory. Weekly, the House Committee 
meets to help students with their problems and to dis- 
cuss anything which concerns the dorm in general. 


The Tower Light is the College's monthly publica- 
tion — October through June. The Student Staff un- 
der the guidance of Mrs. Brouwer, Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. 
Stapleton, and Dr. Walther organizes the material 
contributed by the Student Body. 





Amos, Margaret. .9306 Harford Rd., Baltimore, 14 

Armstrong, Jean , Lothian, Md. 

Barnes, Jean 722 Grantle}- St., Baltimore, 29 

Baumgartner, Mary. .Smith Ave., Mt. Washington, 

Baltimore, 9 

Blackiston, Alice 5200 Belleville, Md., 7 

Callahan. Alma 3009 Wells Ave., Baltimore, 19 

Callahan, Sue 3009 Wells Ave., Baltimore, 19 

Carlisle, Lillian High Point, Pasadena, Md. 

Carroll, Mary 3960 Wilsby Ave., Baltimore, 18 

Cicero, Catherine 3007 Mayfield Ave., 

Baltimore, 13 
Collier, Barbara. . .Artizan St., Williamsport, Md. 

Dolle, Edith 1613 McHenry St., Baltimore, 23 

Everitt, Dorothy Bel Air, Md. 

Tallin, Lois Mae.3000 N. Rogers Ave., Baltimore, 7 
Feldman, Bernice 19 S. Collington Ave., 

Baltimore, 31 
Flezanis, Katherine 404 S. Oldham St., 

Baltimore, 24 

Focus, Julia 5313 Pembroke Ave., Baltimore, 6 

Fox, Bernice. 2308 Druid Park Drive, Baltimore, 15 
Frampton, Lucille 3511 Liberty Heights Ave., 

Baltimore, 16 
Gerwig, Edith 33 Overbrook Rd., Catons- 

ville, 28, Md. 

Goldsmith, Lucy 812 E. 41st St., Baltimore, 18 

Granger, Betty Lee 1315 Sulphur Spring Rd., 

Halethorpe, Md. 
Jones, Mary Russell 3 Forest Drive, Catons- 

ville, 28, Md. 
Hackerman, Shirley .2609 Springhill Ave., 

Baltimore, 15 
Hart, Ellen. . . .4025 Deepwood Rd., Baltimore, 18 
Hebner, Aleda. . . .2723 Tivoly Ave., Baltimore, 18 
Henschen, Shirley. 7210 Dunglen St., Dundalk, 22 

Howard, Helen 229 Willow Ave., Towson, 4 

Karas, Evelyn. . . .716 S. Oldham St., Baltimore, 24 
Keenan, Madeline 104 E. Montgomery St., 

Baltimore, 30 
Knell, Bernice 2319 Edmondson Ave., 

Baltimore, 23 

Landis, Ann 2900 Ailsa Ave., Baltimore, 14 

Larner, Minna 1201 Scott St., Baltimore, 30 

Lehman, Jean Hagerstown, 1, Md. 

Martin, Helen Emmitsburg, Md. 

McCann, Winifred 6401 Rosemont Ave., 

Baltimore, 6 

Mi.rryman, Lorraine Knoxville, Md. 

Merson, Edna May 119 Elizabeth Ave., 

Lansdowne, Md. 


Miller, Joanne 3212 Loch Raven Rd., 

Baltimore, 18 

Patrick, Dorothy Woodbine, Md. 

Peper, Hilda. .6801 Golden Ring Rd., Raspeburg, 6 
Perrin, Mary Ellen 18 S. Monroe St., 

Baltimore, 23 

Reeves, Mary Rose Forest Hill, Md. 

Rubenstein,. Irene Berger.1610 N. Smallwood St., 

Baltimore, 16 

Sansbury, Webby Friendship, A. A. Co., Md. 

Seitz, Betty 3041 Frisby St., Baltimore, 18 

Shulman, Betty 3401 Liberty Heights Ave., 

Baltimore, 15 

Solomon, Olga 3026 Va. Ave., Baltimore, 15 

Spatii, Esther. . . .3904 Southern Ave., Baltimore, 6 
Stark, Edith. . . .3310 Spaulding Ave., Baltimore, 15 
Summers, Dorothy. . .3507 Elm Ave., Baltimore, 11 

Sylvester, Alice 1201 Scott St., Baltimore, 30 

Thornton, Virginia 4640 Schenley Rd., 

Baltimore, 10 
Waddey, Patricia. 2716 E. Preston St., Baltimore, 13 
Wiedefeld, Theresa.204 E. Chase St., Baltimore, 2 

Wyatt, Louise 610 Dunkirk Rd., Baltimore, 12 

Zenker, Charlotte 26 S. Kossuth St., 

Baltimore, 29 

Zimmerman, Eliz Ingelside Ave., Baltimore, 7 

Sacks, Shirley 3505 Reisterstown Rd., 

Baltimore, 15 



{Continued from page 16) 

Mary Rose Reeves "Together" with Irene Berger 
Rubenstein almost make for "Sally, Irene and Mary". 

Alice Sylvester, "My Ideal," and Minna Larner cer- 
tainly seem to be "Buddies" these days. It sure sounds 
like a good arrangement to us. 

Once again the spotlight must be shared with "Al- 
ways" for Sue Callahan — while Lillian Carlisle is 
partial to the "Army Air Corp". 

Our days at S.T.C are drawing to a close. As each 
day slips away we say "How Can We Leave Thee"? 
But yet we also would like to try what we have learned 
here at college. So, instead of saying "Aloha Oe" we'll 
say "Till We Meet Again". 



(Continued from page 6) 

Motley? Loose-jointed? Yes! But we knew there 
was a war going on, and we pulled as one group to help 
put over bond drives and blood donor projects. 

And then came a greater service . . . the Victory Pool 
Drive. We didn't work as a class then, but neither did 
the rest of the school. In teams we made frosted 
apples, held barn dances, sold soft drinks and ice 
cream, threw darts — anything to raise money for 
bonds. We wanted a memorial swimming pool, and we 
were willing to work hard to get it. We took advan- 
tage of the May Day festivities, and from behind our 
stalls sold our wares. Motley? Loose-jointed? Yes! 
But we went over the mark when our total gains were 
calculated and our goal exceeded. 

Standing alone, '46 has no glorious record of un- 
usual or outstanding feats to leave in her wake for 
posterity. But this one thing she boasts: In a day when 
money, jobs, and the lure of adventure beckoned with 
unliring effort; when a sense of values was sadly lack- 
ing on the home front; when our world of peace and 
tranquility was horribly shattered; these of '46 denied 
themselves money, glamor, fame, and, yes, fortune, and 
attached themselves to a neglected, but exceedingly 
indispensable profession — choosing the difficult and 
unheralded but also the enduring. 

No glorious record, no blazing past, but reward will 
come someday when, as in the days of Solomon, "Their 
children will rise up and call them blessed." 


LAST WILL, etc. (Continued from page 13) 

Edna Mae Merson — her renouned attraction for 

Hilda Peper — her technique in relating incidents 
Betty Shulman — her appreciation of classical 

Edith Stark — her wonderful disposition 
Theresa Wiedefeld — her poly-faceted interests 
Elizabeth Zimmerman — her friendliness and de- 
sire to spend a day in Annapolis 
Mary Jones — her positiveness 

Senior 2: 

Jean Barnes — her ability to simultaneously sleep 
in class and take notes 
Lillian Carlisle — her litheness 
Catherine Cicero — to the next senior president, 
a pipe in which to put her troubles and smoke them; 
JUNE 194S 

also an extra hour in every week in which to hold 

class meetings 

Minna Larner — the secret of that "forever-in- 

place" hair 

Jean Lehman — her love for truth, candor and 


Webby Sansbury — her many "special deliveries" 

and "surprise packages" (also her love for the Navy) 

Alice Sylvester — her joy of outdoor life and that 

valuable competent manner 

Senior 3: 

Sue Callahan — that ever-straying lock 

Lucy Goldsmith — her "excess" weight 

Betty Lee Granger — her musical ability 

Bernice Knell — 1 pint of whoodle whoodle 

Ann Landis — her "gracefulness" 

Helen Martin — her lovely voice 

Joanne Miller — laughing Irish eyes 

Dorothy Patrick — her happy disposition 

Betty Seitz — punctuality (! !); the secret of her 

natural slimness 

Virginia Thornton — her floor space in the 


Louise Wyatt — her pin-up girl qualifications 

Charlotte Zenker — her invisible wings 

Senior 6: 

Irene Berger — her knack for getting a husband 

Julia Focus — her enthusiasm 

Bonnie Fox — her beautiful black locks 

Edith Gerwig — her brown eyes 

Winifred McCann — to the next Marshall Chief, 

a magnet to draw all marshalls to meetings on time 

Ellen Perrin — goldfish that stay put 

Olga Solomon — her executive ability 

Esther Spath — her literary acumen 

Dorothy Summers — the secret of her crowning 

glory; also, capturable bees 

Pat Waddey — her naturalness 


Jean Armstrong - 

Lois Mae Fallin 

Shirley Hackerman \- 

Helen Howard 

Evelyn Karas — her artistic talents 

Shirley Sacks — her charm 

her calmness 
a moment of silence in the 


With due respect to our bequests and the chaos they 
will bring, we do hereby acknowledge this document 
as our Last Will and Testament. 

Class of '46 


Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Sakers 

Mrs. Alfred E. Heacock 

Miss Grace Failing 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph W. Merson 

Mr. Joseph Freedman 

Imogine Hennemann 

Ronald Morris 

Alice Sylvester 

Mr. and Mrs. W. Nitkoski 

Peggy and Estelle 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph A. Sollod 

Catherine and Charlotte 

Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Schulte 

Leroy and John 

Mr. Roy Kiser 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Shoemaker 

Miss Esther Spath 

Minna Larner 

Rose Cicero Jacoby 

Edmund G. Sperlein 

Mr. and Mrs. Roy A. Hendricks 

R. S. Cicero 

Mr. and Mrs. Harry Mattax 

Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Harman 

Cpl. and Mrs. Theodore Englar 

Norma Englar 

Mr. and Mrs. John Sommers 

Betty Hunt 

Ruth Powell 

Miss Mary Lamdin 

Mr. and Mrs. Henry Sansbury 

Miss Laura Virginia Sansbury 

Gerald Griffith — U. S. Navy 

Mr. and Mrs. J. Henry Lehman 

John Lehman — U. S. Navy 

Mr. and Mrs. Victor H. Spruill 

Pfc. Victor Foute Spruill, U. S. M. C. 

Dr. Willaim A. Rae 

Mr. and Mrs. Howard J. Resau 

Mr. and Mrs. John A. Keseling 

Mr. and Mrs. Brent Worley 

Mr. and Mrs. Ellis H. Sapp 

Mr. and Mrs. William S. Keister 

Jean I. Barnes 

J. Edward Barnes 

Lt. Edith M. Barnes, A. N. C. 

Rose Garguilo 

Ellen Reter 

Mr. and Mrs. Frederick J. Thomas 

Mr. John T. Forney 

Miss Virgil Lankford 

Mr. and Mrs. Milton Day 

Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Smith 

Mr. and Mrs. William F. Wiedefeld 

Mrs. and Mr. E. Curt Walter 

Mr. and Mrs. J. Ovide Isabelle 

Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Henschen 

Mr. and Mrs. William J. Peper 

Mr. and Mrs. Wm. W. Carlisle 

Clyde Devore, A. M. M. P. 3/C 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Merryman 

Genny Davis 

Tom Merriken 

Mr. and Mrs. George Mogg 

Ruth and Emma Mogg 

Lee Malchester 

Hez and Victor 

Edith Paul 

Betty Anne Spruill 

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Freshman 3 Sophomore 2 Senior 2 


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Class of our college we dedicate this our first 
edition of the TOWER LIGHT for the 1945-46 year. 
May this in some way express our sincere admiration 
for their cooperation and helpfulness. They have 
entered with an attitude of willingness to learn and 
work. Their spontanietyand enthusiasm are admirable. 
They have brought with them the spirit of "new 
blood" — may they extend this zeal to their successful 
development in this, the teaching profession. 

You are an able class. You've made a good begin- 
ning. Continue to do "big things" and to make your 
college proud of you. 

Sincerely yours, 

Edda Torr. 

Greeting to the Freshmen! 

Dear Freshmen, 

You are just embarking on your college career. 
This is your maiden voyage in the teaching profes- 
sion. Make the most of it. 

If you haven't already learned to love our college 
and its traditions and beauty — you will eventually. 
As freshmen, you have much to look forward to. As 
newly entered students, plan your life here at S.T.C. 
so that it will include those phases of college life that 
you will want to recall and remember with joy. The 
activities here are varied widely enough to include 
most of your interest. Become active in your school 
both in curricular and extra-curricular activities, 
keeping in mind always that you are striving to de- 
velope the attitudes and characteristics of a well- 
balanced, well-rounded personality. Your profession 
needs the type of individual whose goals and standards 
are well above "just average". 

Your studies should be given foremost attention, 
but life as it is lived in the "after classes" time can 
and should be just as vital a part of you as your 
scheduled activities. Just now, you are probably 
"feeling out" your likes and dislikes and are in the 
process of selecting the groups and clubs with which 
you wish to work. Fine ! Go into each of these exper- 
iences with that same fine enthusiasm that so charac- 
terizes your class, but remember to keep a listening 
ear and willingness to be told "How", "When", 
"Why", and "Where". 

All too soon your stay here at Towson will be 
drawing to a close and each tiny insignificant phase of 
your college life will suddenly be brought into closer 
focus, so do those things now that will be worthy of 
reminiscience in your post-college life. 
OCTOBER • 1945 

A Reminder — 

newly found in the venerable halls of S.T.C, en- 
compass more than just a group of college men and 
women. The myriad idiosyncrasies of each individual 
must be considered. 

You have seen the newcomers in the halls, arms 
loaded with books, and, you have thought, no doubt, 
"Ah, a new broom sweeps clean. I, too, once had such 
ambition." (Cynical Senior speaking.) You have 
seen them run (not after that certain notice — and 
they were not alone) to get in the cafeteria line at 
lunchtime, and in the library, talking of the "but 
terrific" assignments such and such a teacher gave 
them. You have seen them in the bookshop, munch- 
ing candy between classes, or buying paper and text- 
books. One of them may, perhaps, be your "little 
sister" (or "brother"). But do not forget that they 
are more than this or that freshman class; more than a 
group of new faces in the halls; more than a new roll 
on an instructor's attendance sheet — they are individ- 
uals. Don't forget it. 

Get to know your new fellow-classmen — remember 
their names, their individual faces, their opinions and 
tastes. What they think is important. Let us not be so 
concerned with our own opinions as to exclude their 
ideas about college affairs. It is easy to forget that 
you, too, were once a freshman. Let us all remember 
"to remember". 

Teachers, remember more than just their names. 
It is easy for instructors to forget that students are 
more than "seat-fellers" in classes, more than just 
"names". Remember their ideas, their contributions in 
classroom work, their efforts to become good future 
teachers. And let us, the student body, remember the 
same and more, let us not forget them, above all, as 
classmates and friends. Let us continue to cooperate 
in our work and play, as most of us are already doing. 

Eileen Lynch, Sr. 4. 

The Challenge of 

Looking Ahead 

"We should all be concerned about the future, 
because it's where we're going to spend the rest of our 

Charles F. Kettering. 

threshold of a new year at this college. What 
does the future hold for you as a student or as a 
teacher in a world that is binding up the wounds of 
conflict? What challenges will confront you in the 
months to come? 

Perhaps you are a Freshman, anxious to "hitch 
your wagon to a star" and reach great heights in your 
newly chosen career, if so strive to attain great 
heights. Or maybe, you're an upper classman promis- 
ing yourself to be a better person for having lived 
through the experiences of a freshman or a sophomore 
— if so keep that promise. 

This year should be one of great planning and 
great accomplishments in this school, in this com- 
munity, in this state, in this nation and in this world. 
We say that man has fought this war so that his fellow 
men may be free — if this is so, it is up to us to see that 
it becomes a truth. For it is nothing to lay down the 
terms of a treay of peace to a vanquished enemy, 
unless we refrain from indulging in the very things 
which brought about the need for such a treaty to 
ever be drafted. Can we say — free the slave, when 
men in our nation live as such? Can we say — equal 
opportunities for all, when men still starve? Can we 
say — freedom to elect by popular vote, when thous- 
ands are staying away from the polls because of poll 

You shrug your shoulders — what is all this to me? 
I have no vote, I hold no man in slavery, and I'm not 
a representative at the table of peace. What is my 
share? What is my challenge? It is your challenge to 
be the man behind the man at the peace table. It is 
your task to endeavor to educate the masses by your 
acts of tolerance, and desire to be free. You don't 
need a white banner or a parade, for the spirit of 
democracy lies in the few who have found it them- 
selves and have given what they believed to the 

We are here because men believed in an ideal — the 
ideal of FREEDOM ! Now it's up to us. The CHAL- 
LENGE is ours. We can dash it to the earth unheeded 
or hitch our wagons to that star! 

Or have they died in vain? 


mean that in a complimentary way, honest !) are 
the plans for an exam. week. It's a good idea, don't 
you think? Or don't you know the plans? Well, let me 
explain — 

For many years now both the faculty and the 
student body have thought that an examination week, 
a time when there would be nothing but exams., 
would be highly profitable to our school and the 
members therein, but very little was done about it — 
until this year, that is. And now, for all of this hard 
work of really putting on paper a plan that will work, 
and incidentally, one that will be tried this semester, 
we have the Standing Committee to thank. 

The last, or eighteenth week of each semester will 
be set aside for exams. This year that will come on 
Jan. 28, 29, 30, and 31. Please note, that is only four 
days, leaving Friday free. Yummee! 

Each exam, period is two hours long, thus giving 
you (and me) time to put down all of the knowledge 
we have been accumulating. (Who am I trying to 
kid?) The hours for exams, will be: 8:00 to 10:00 
a. m., 10:00 to 12:00 noon, 1:00 to 3:00 p. m., 3:00 to 
5:00 p. m. 

I see a deep wrinkle of dislike coming between your 
eyes and it shouldn't be there because you're thinking 
that you're going to work like an "eager beaver" all 
day from 8 to 5. "No can do" because no student can 
have more than two exams, per day. That means that 
we might have one from 8:00 to 10:00 and then not 
another one u'ntil 3:00 p. m. We have all that time to 

During this week no regular classes, homework, or 
extra-curricular activities will be carried on, so that 
we'll really be able to concentrate all of our attention 
on the exams which we have scheduled. Won't it be a 
lot different from knowing you're having an exam, and 
four or five classes next day, beating your brains out 
the night before over the test material, and then 
arriving in the other classes totally unprepared, 
squirming in your seat all those hours because the 
instructor might call for some piece of work that 
should have been done? 

You've been thinking that an exam, week will 
necessitate an exam, from an instructor who doesn't 
usually give one. Such is not the case. If an in- 
structor does not wish to give a final exam., he will 
meet his class for the two hour period for discussion, 
reports, or any other activities he may decide upon. 
The instructor may not excuse his class from this 

(Continued on page 8) 


Josh Wheeler visited the college while on a thirty 
day furlough from England. 

Theodore Katenkamp was home on a "short delay" 
before going to California. 

Bernard Phelps was among those present for 

Harold Kutz is back to the "Battle of Texas" after 
a fifteen day furlough. 

Comdr. Carl E. Bull, U.S.N. R., was a recent visitor 
at the college. He says, "On a thirty day leave and 
then to duty on the staff of the Commander Destroyers 
Atlantic Fleet." 

Lucien Peters, a Radar Navigator, was home on a 
thirty day leave. His next assignment was to report to 
Greensboro, N. C. 

John Shock was ready to go out on VJ Day with a 
B-29 Crew, but now is uncertain about anything. 

Donaldson Gorsuch is now an ex-soldier and "feeling 

Jack Williamson — "Back from Das Reich for forty 
five days and then to Oklahoma for whatever may 
happen. Would sure like to see some of the '43'ers. 
Among the other recent recent visitors were : 

John Wheeler, who has returned to camp in Texas. 

Herbert J. Stern, 2nd Lt. M.A.C. 

Robert Bishop. 

Ralph Barrett. 

Dick and Dottie Pulse. 

Louis Cox, Jr. and his wife. 


Second College Bond Contest 

Contest was designed to discover the best, all 
round college program. The winner, Lowell State 
Teachers College in Lowell, Massachusetts, was chosen 
for a program which has created in every single 
student and faculty member a true awareness of the 
importance of United States Savings Bonds. 

Many entries were received which were truly out- 
standing in one or more phases of the program. This 
year, to allow full recognition of these special achieve- 
ments, Treasury awards will go as follows: 

1. To the college which has most effectively drama- 
tized its hospital campaign. 

2. To the college which has had the most influence 
in a community Bond program. 

3. To the college with the most thorough academic 
program conducted by six or more departments in sup- 
port of the general College Bond program. 
OCTOBER • 1945 

4. To the college with the best newspaper or maga- 
zine publicity in the Bond program. (This includes 
Bond ads, special features, regular sales reports and 

5. To the writer of the best paper on the subject: 
"The importance of college Savings programs in the 
Post War period." 

The contest will run from October 15 to December 
15. Entries should be mailed to your State War 
Finance Office, not later than December 20. 


Reports may be submitted in any form. Last year, 
scrapbook reports were found most effective. Include 
in your report pictures, editorials, sales reports. Aim 
for clarity and conciseness in your write-ups. 


For the outstanding student or faculty photography 
of Bond activities, the well known American photo- 
grapher, Captain Edward Steichen, USNR, has con- 
tributed an original camera study. All entrees should 
be sent to your state Schools-at-War Chairman not 
later than one week after taking of the picture. Sub- 
mit as many pictures as you wish. 


Here are the prizes which will be presented to the 
libraries of the winning colleges: All are original manu- 

Memoirs: Sherwood Anderson 
A Thousand Shall Fall: Hans Habe 
Some of My Best Friends are Soldiers: Margaret 

Names on the Land: George Stewart 
Apartment in Athens: Glenway Wescott 

Poet's Corner 

Freshmen — 

Fall and freshmen 

The halls vibrating laughter 

While drop by drop 

New term enthusiasm 

Leaks into the building's veins 

Rooms brimming 

With eager students 

Full of that vital pep 

That only freshmen can bring 

Freshmen — 

Fall and freshmen. 

Bernice Shugar, Jr. 4 Sp. 

A Freshman's Impression 

ber I began my freshman year here at the State 
Teachers College. The following days, however, were 
brighter and filled with many cheerful activities. I 
remember well, my first visit to the glen, of all the 
stillness and beauty I found there secluded from the 
everyday thoughts and noises. I remember my first 
impression as I looked up on the hilltop at the beauti- 
ful, old, ivy covered buildings haunted by students of 
other days; and of the huge, velvet-clothed lawn 
spotted with trees and shrubs. 

Then, too, I recall strolling inside and gazing at the 
stained glass windows outlining the history of the 
college. But, best of all, I remember the cheery atmos- 
phere as I stepped into Newell Hall, my new home. 
When ever I look at the dark, varnish-stained, old- 
fashioned woodwork I am always conscious of the 
beautiful traditions and customs of S.T.C. 

As a freshman, I fell in love with the college that 
first day and nothing can make me think any less of 
this school, in fact, I love it more each day. I only 
want to continue loving it and to live up to its high 
standards and beautiful traditions. 

Mary Lou Wallace, Fr. 6. 

The Impressions 
of a Freshman 

"So many new faces" . . . 

"So many new faces are seen 'round the hall — 
There must be a thousand; we can't learn them all." 

Oh, woe, to the upperclassmen, 

And woe to the underdog, too. 

The Freshmen have arrived here 

With questions by the slew. 

And what a surprise on their faces 

To hear, "One night a week out!" 

But patience, dear children — yes, patience; 

The first is the worst of the bout. 

You envy your "big sister" seniors, 

And think theirs is a life of bliss, 

But the life you are leading as freshmen 

Should never be run amiss. 

Before you can stop and count figures 

The time will pass so quickly on, 

That the work and the pleasure of college 

Will be coming — then going — then gone. 

Ginny Franz, So. 3. 

to park my luggage and another essential, mainly 
me, I distinctly remember my feeling of ease with the 
whole situation. After the family helped me to move a 
conglomeration of paraphernalia up to my penthouse 
on the third floor, overlooking what I thought was a 
crematory, (but what I later discovered to be a 
laundry with an abnormal chimney) I gave a big sigh 
of relief because as yet my roommate had not arrived 
and I could fulfill all those irregular whims I have such 
as playing "Don't Fence Me In," ten times or more. 

I hurriedly unpacked my suitcases and removed 
skirts and sweaters that I fear an Eskimo would have 
cooked in. Of course, this was during war days when 
an individual froze one night and cooked another, so 
with the unasked for advice of numerous individuals, I 
was prepared for the worst. 

With one graceful swoop of the hand, I reached into 
the cupboard and absentmindedly pulled at coat 
hangers, which were not there. Goodness! I rumaged 
through all sorts of places before I realized that a little 
white piece of paper had distinctly said "Bring own 

I was in such a jolly mood that even the absence of 
needed coat hangers couldn't daunt me, so with 
another thought of praise for the yet vacated bed of 
my roommate, I proceeded to drape my wardrobe 
about the towel rack, desks, chairs, bedposts, waste 
can and door knob. 

Up to this point, living in a Dorm was an adventure. 
Then to my amazement, I heard a terrible pounding on 
the door, it opened and heads of all descriptions, 
loomed in, the feet still left outside. Guided by the 
leering smiles encountered, I tried to analyze their 
thoughts, and found them to be thinking "Ha ha one 
more timid freshman," or "Gee Whiz — she's sooo 
young to." None of this came forth verbally of course, 
instead, something sweet like, "Well hello. You're a 
new freshmen aren't you? We were sure you'd be lone- 
some, so we came over to give you a big, big welcome!" 

To myself I thought "You can't win Downing. It's 
your frightened look that must draw people. No 
unique little things will you venture into this night. 
You have visitors. You are now a hostess so speak 
woman speak. 

I did speak with one unenthusiastic, "Hello." This 
lack of enthusiasm was interpreted as a universal 

{Continued on page 6) 


of activities that fills out our college program at 
S.T.C. has gone into action — the CLUBS! Starting off 
with a bang at the Club's Assembly on October 16 — 
these groups swung into action. 

The Natural History Group (N.H.G.) is a club that 
is really fun as well as educational. (That shows how 
modern they are!) The N.H.G. takes hikes on Fridays 
and Saturdays, has speakers for the college, and now 
that the war is over — maybe they can take some of 
those overnight hikes and Solomon's Island trips! 
Look for a big year for the N.H.G. ! 

The Little Theatre Guild, our dramatic club, ex- 
pects big things to happen. The membership of this 
group will make a big leap — they'll show us how many 
talented students we have at our Alma Mater. And 
then — Dr. Brewington is the advisor, So ! 

The S.G.A. Bulletin is campaigning for an appro- 
priate new name and a lot more staff members. Don't 
forget to add your suggestions and "hot" bits of news. 
We bet things will begin to hum with Betty Jane 
Johnson as the new editor. Let's give them our sup- 
port — the "? ? New Name? ? Bulletin" will be just 
what we all make it! 

The Student Christian Association is the religious 
group on campus for dormitory AND day students. 
Their activities vary from the most solemn to the 
gayest! You've heard the students talking about the 
speakers they've had in assembly and at the monthly 
evening vespers in the dorm. (Remember everyone is 
invited and welcome!), the candy room and selling 
car-checks and stamps for the students convenience in 
the dorm — the Pajama Parties after study hour — 
(they've "put their hair up" instead of letting it 
down) — the chapel, an inspirational meeting on 
Tuesday mornings at 8:10 — the week at Camp Kane- 
satake (Penn.) in June — the week-end conferences at 
John Hopkins and at Franklin and Marshal College in 
Lancaster, Penn. (Better hurry to sign up for F. and 
M. conference on Nov. 10-11 — all students welcomed 
— watch the bulletin board.) The S.C.A. is really fun 
and most worthwhile — join their activities! 

The Men's Club may be a minority group — but 
then "Dynamite comes in small packages." (Who said 
anything about being small?) They have big meetings 
and serious talks — all about business, of course. They 
represent the indispensable group on campus — Yep 
all seven of 'em ! 

What Freshmen Think of S.T.C. 

Virginia Cacace: "It's better than I expected it to 
be — there's no place like it." 

Jean Abill: "I like it a lot — that is I like it a lot but 
I'd rather be home." 

Clara Beall Carter: "I think its grand." 

Joyce Reisinger: "It was confusin' at first, but now 
its swell." 

Mary Rosencrantz: "I'd like to make an 'A' on my 
English themes." 

Peggy Norwood: "I'm beginning to like it but I 
still don't like it like I should like it." 

Gwendolyn Blizzard: "I like it — was impressed by 
the friendliness of the kids — place is fine but get me a 
new room." 

Winifrid Haines: "Everyone's swell but I love those 

Bertha Beiner: "Not so bad — aside from music, 
everything's going fine — not enough social activities 
to encourage school spirit." 

Joan Sorensen: "No football team — need co-ed 
activities." Likes profs. 

Shirley Young: " . . need for cooperation between 
dorm and day students." Likes campus. 

Rosemary Zellinger: " . . more settees . . . with men." 

Hilda Martin: "It's wonderful ..." 

Norma Appel: " . . easier than Eastern . . " Likes 
free periods. 

Elizabeth Roberts: "I like the school and the 
teachers but not the marking system." Wouldn't 
trade it for anything. 

Mary Lou Wallace: " . . love the place, girls." 

Keith Rembold, Carl Reitze, Norval McDonald: 
" . . fine place . . lacks school spirit but we're helping 
to make it co-educational." 

Helen Hanson: "Nice atmosphere, it's silly, gay." 

Nancy Gilpin: " . . informal, better than high 

Jean Sharp: "Words fail me . . " 

Jeanne Hyatt: "I love it . . " 

Jane Downing. 




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Off The Record 

week, a momentous event occurred, of which 
many of us were not informed. Dr. Brewington, 
S.T.C.'s illustrious Freshman advisor, hurried pell- 
mell to his desk, announcing proudly to all and sundry 
within earshot, "I'm an uncle this morning. My sister 
has just given birth to twins." 

And who, indeed, would not have been enthusiastic 
about such a gala event? Just think — a double-uncle! 
Is it any wonder that Dr. Brewington was "twin- 
minded" for the remainder of the week? 

This incident had certain repercussions, as Miss 
Barclay, of the library, could tell you. It seems that 
Dr. Brewington, in his peculiar state of "twin- 
mindedness," dictated an assignment to one of his 
Freshman classes. One of his students, in attempting 
to acquire the book needed to complete the assign- 
ment, consulted Miss Barclay. After reading the title, 
which the Freshman emphatically stated she had 
faithfully transcribed from Dr. Brewington's dicta- 
tion, Miss Barclay declared, "You have the title 
'Contemporary Twins,' but I'm sure we have no book 
of that name in the library. Suppose you look it up in 
the catalogue." 

The Freshman looked it up. A slight mistake had 
been made on the part of the instructor, it seems. The 
correct title was "Contemporary Trends." Could it be 
that there is a new trend in the age-old malady of 
"seeing double"????? 

Dr. Brewington, apparently, has monopolized our 
"Off-the-record" department for the month. Perhaps 
this tale, "well calculated to keep you in suspense" 
(and stitches, we hope) concerns the fish-bowl in the 
student-faculty room, and a mysterious piece of marine 
life discovered therein. 

It has not been determined, with complete cer- 
tainty, who made the startling discovery of the in- 
triguing purplish bit of growth which seemed to appear 
suddenly in the aforementioned fish-bowl; but said 
discovery definitely created "a stir" among the 
scientifically-minded intellects among both students 
and faculty. This puzzling manifestation, to all 
appearances the result of spontaneous combustion, 
was carefully transferred from fish-bowl to laboratory, 
for the purpose of further scientific investigation. 
Several hypotheses were advanced as to the nature of 
the botanical phenomenon, and many possibilities 
were explored as to its particular variety of fungus, 
bacteria, etc. 

Meanwhile, Dr. Brewington, hearing of the excite- 
ment ensuing from the phenomenon, realized the 
origin from whence it had sprung, and hastened to 
inform the investigators that an erroneous impression 
had been created. Dr. Brewington, for reasons known 
only to himself, had deposited the tiny purplish mass 
in the fish-bowl. It was no more than a piece of fine 
filament resulting from the production of phonograph 
records of S.T.C. Freshmen voices! 

(I'm not asking you to believe it, but that's just 
what has been heard — Off the Record ! ! ! !) 

The Impressions of a Freshman 

— (Continued from page 4) 
period of homesickness, so then and there they decided 
to do their solemn duty and cheer me up. Had I been a 
horse in a wild race "Protesting Arms" would have 
won while "Neglegent Feet" would have been the nag 
that forgot to come home. 

In the first room I entered, I was led gently to glass 
mountings of bugs (bugs!); all kinds and all descrip- 
tions. It was most interesting until the energetic 
people decided to find out my "I Q" in "Bugology." 
Their questions were about the Odonata and the 
Monomorium Pharaones. I didn't realize that they 
were speaking of the fly and red ant so I hung my head 
in shame and was taken bodily from that room to 
another where I sat for an hour listening to the horrible 
subjects I had to take and how to get along with the 
peculiarities of different teachers. As a last gesture of 
friendship they offered me a "coke" and escorted me 
back to my adobe leaving me with the words "We'll 
come after you for breakfast tomorrow morning." 
Then they left. 

At this point, living in the Dorm was a headache, so 
as a remedy I crawled in bed and slept. 

As good as their word my newly acquired friends 
escorted me to breakfast the next morning and then to 
the Ad Building to register. After filling out many 
colored forms — blue, white, pink and yellow, all asking 
the same questions, "Where were you born? Why 
were you born? How were you born?" I left to explore 
Towson, the site of which I had chosen to spend my 
next four years. 

In conclusion, I might say that I am still exploring 

Jane Downing. 


the air of sports? Hockey, soccer, and archery. 
It is wonderful to look out on the field and spy so 
many new faces. The freshmen are showing much 
enthusiasm, but as we look a little farther down the 
field we see so few upperclassmen. Where are they? 
Hiding behind books or in some nook and corner? 

Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors, come 
out for the next electives! We welcome all, beginners 
and avanced. Maybe you would like to know what 
sports are offered for the entire year. Badminton and 
basketball follow the hockey and soccer season; suc- 
ceeding this will be volleyball and badminton. We 
then arrive outdoors again for archery, volleyball and 
Softball. Surely among all these activities offered, you 
can find at least one that interests you. While you 
enjoy yourself at the games you will also succeed in 
making new friends and earning points toward your 
athletic awards. Don't you agree these activities are 
worthwhile? We'll be expecting you next term if you 
haven't already "enlisted". 

Announcement . . . 

the following: 

The National Poetry Association cordially invites 
the students of your College to submit manuscripts for 
the Annual Anthology of College Poetry. 

Closing date for the submission of manuscripts for 
this year's Anthology is November 5th. There are no 
charges or fees for inclusion of work in the Anthology. 
The recognition afforded by publication will reflect 
definite credit on your school, as well as afford satis- 
faction to those who see their work in print. 

Each effort must be written or typed on one side of a 
single sheet, and must bear the author's name, home 
address, and college. Manuscripts should be sent to 
the National Poetry Association, 3210 Selby Avenue, 
Los Angeles 34, California. As space is limited, more 
favorable consideration is given by the judges to 
shorter poems. 

We hope that your school will be well represented 
in the 1945 Anthology of College Poetry. 

Dennis Hartman, Secretary, 
National Poetry Association. 

(Editor's Note — For more detailed information please consult the 
Tower Light Bulletin Board. It would certainly be nice if our 
college could be represented.) 

OCTOBER • 1945 


MINUTES OF 10/2/45 

called to order at 12:25 P. M. (Post Meridian). 

The minutes were read, and, since no one felt like 
correcting them, they stood as they were and were 
approved. While half choking on a sandwich, yours 
truly speedily wrote the minutes which he is now 

Old business was discussed. It was unanimously 
agreed (after a hot argument) that the S.G.A. be in- 
formed of our need of sixty-four dollars for our athletic 

Girls and social affairs were discussed. Lover Cohen 
and loud-mouth Rembolt, who is as girl crazy as they 
come, contributed the most to this discussion. Cohen 
suggested that if we invited girl friends to eat with us 
at lunchtime, he could not get all of his girl friends into 
the cafeteria. "Therefore," he said, "we should lay 
off girls for a while." Rembolt came back with a 
snappy rebuttal, arguing that we invite women on our 
next social affair. 

New business was discussed. Therefore, Doc did not 
repeat the joke about the rabbit and the carrot (or the 
lettuce leaves or whatever it was). Don Hammerman 
suggested that we make the men's club known 
throughout the school by doing a little advertising, 
such as setting up men's club posters all around. A 
special meeting was called for Tuesday, November 9, 
for the purpose of discussing the participation of our 
club in a coming assembly. It was suggested that 
social affairs be discussed in the meeting after this 
special meeting. 

The meeting was adjourned at 12:50 P. M. (Post 

Respectfully submitted (?) 

Yours truly, 

Presley Sapp ! 

Treasurer (?) Secretary! 

(Editor's Note— This article is printed just to show you that 
tolerance does exist in this college. All minorities, no matter 
how insignificant, are given a chance to express their views 
and opinions. The college assumes no responsibility in the 
publication of this "whateveritis.") 

News from Other Colleges 

to our own college. They're fun, in the spirit of 
fall fairs, informal parties, carnivals and other campus 
entertainments. Here's what other colleges are doing. 

At Ohio's University of Akron, students put faculty 
members on the spot by bidding for their services at an 
auction. The University President carried one Bond 
buyer's books, did her school work for a day. 

Athletic coaches washed cars; English teachers 
wrote love poems. Teachers shined shoes, cooked 
meals. More than $10,000 in Stamps and Bonds were 

Everytime a member of Theta Delta Chi on the 
University of Wisconsin Campus engages in "rivalry 
or invective" at the dining table, the fraternity buys a 
Victory Stamp. Last spring the house bought two 
Bonds from fines. 

At Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y., high Bond 
bidders at an auction were given a rare privilege. They 
were permitted to smoke in Main dining room. Per- 
haps such coveted privilege exists at your college. The 
Student government may allow Bond bidders extra 
date leave, or freedom from certain duties. 

The girls at Woman's College of the University of 
North Carolina buy "One and Only" tags. Price is a 
Stamp, and fickleness is encouraged, with loyal Stamp 
buyers buying dozens of tags, each in the name of a 
different man. 

At the University of Georgia, in Athens, 100 student 
veterans were organized for a canvas of the faculty. 
Veterans returning to your campus will have a special 
interest in putting the Victory Loan over the top. 

Touchdown for Victory: Why not schedule an extra, 
or post season sports event with admission in Victory 
Stamps and Bonds? Even inter-class games will take 
on new excitement if you build up advance publicity 
and^charge Stamp or Bond admissions. Even if your 
team loses, you win with Victory Bonds. 

Professional — {Continued from page 2) 
final 2 hours, for it is a part of the regular course 
time allotment and class sessions must be held to meet 
state requirements. 

The weight of the final exam, in evaluating the 
student's work for the term has not been changed. It 
will count as it always has — no more, no less. 

Now, are you beginning to see the light? It's not 
as bad as you thought it would be, is it? In fact, I can 
see that smile across your face — you really like it! 
Good! And I'll bet we even like it better after we've 
tried it! 


Business Managers 

Doris Gutmann 

Betty A. Spruill 


Mary T. Smith 

Katherine Comestock 

■ Clubs Men's Club 

Helen McCutcheon Norman Schneider 
Helen Wampler Don Hammerman 

Presley Sapp 


Bernice Shugar 

Virginia Franz 

Mildred Levy 

Art Department 

Sylvia Rosen 

Rebecca Wineman 

Mary J. Terry 
Martha Clement 

Marcelle Isabelle 
Myra B. Dudderar 

Contributing Editors 

Eileen Lynch 

Jane Downing 

Peggy Crump 

Mary L. Wallace 

The Challenge 

Barbara Whitehurst 

Helen Nikosski 

Louise Coffman 


Ilia Leonard 

Dorothy Ecker 

Reita Friedman 

Dorothy Miller 


Mildred M osier 

Caroline Kennedy 


Betty Hoffacker 

Jean Bennett 

Virginia Stormfeltz 

Doris Shocket 

Edith Paul 

Advertising Managers 
Ruth Cronhart Mary Caples 

Advisory Board 

Literary Dr. Crabtree 

Art Mrs. Brouwer 

Finance Dr. Walther 

Evelyn Morris 



fMBER 51 
MEMBER, 1945 



-* l i u n a f & i 

The Challenge 

of Thanksgiving 

what will you have to be thankful for? What 
have others about you to be thankful for? 

Let us give thanks for a world once more at peace — 
for a world at rest. But then how many of us can 
remember that while we feast others starve in the 
demolished countries of Europe and Asia. It isn't easy 
to give thanks to a bountiful God when your stomach 
is empty and your flesh turns blue with cold. No, 
and it isn't easy to keep a paper peace without the 
backing of every individual in this world. Will it re- 
main a charter of peace made of paper, words, and 
good intentions? Or will it grow into a permanent 
world brotherhood? YOU have the final say in this 

Let us give thanks for the blue of unclouded skies, 
the fresh greeness of grass, and the rich brown of fer- 
tile soil. Reflect — look across the seas, where a poor 
farmer urges a meager living from shell torn acres — 
will he give thanks? 

Let us give thanks for the return of our loved ones. 
Can we give thanks for the return of our own, still 
finding room in our hearts for those who are not as 
fortunate as we? 

Let us give thanks that we, a people of all bloods, 
all races, and all religions still strive to build America 
from the sweat, blood, and faith of all men. Will we 
remember that we are a melting pot for all nations — 
and that in this land of ours all men are created free 
and equal? Will we remember to be thankful for the 
contributions of the Jew, the Pole, the Chinese, the 
Negro, and the Italian? 

This Thanksgiving in the year of 1945 should be a 
time of great rejoicing for a tired world. But let us 
keep ever with us the faith of our fathers gone before, 
the sacrifices of men and women here today — using 
them as a guide for our efforts of tomorrow. 

Will we give those who follow after us a heritage to 
be thankful for? What about Thanksgiving Day 


"The same strength which won us the war will win 
us the peace. Buy Victory Bonds for dear life, and for 
lives that are dear." 

— Fanny Hurst. 

Tower Light Staff 1945-1946 

Art Dept. 

Contributing Editors 

Sylvia Rosen 

Ruth Hoke 

Becky Wineman 

Peggy Crump 

Mary J. Terry 

Jane Downing 

Martha Clement 

Virginia Spaulding 

Bernice Schugar 

Mary Lou Wallace 

Eileen Lynch 


Coryne Harmison 

Helen McCutcheon 


Helen Wampler 

Virginia Franz 

Mildred Levy 


Bernice Schugar 

Mary T. Smith 

Catherine Comestock 


Dorothy Miller 


Ruth Cronhart 

Mary Caples 

Betty Hoff acker 

Betty Stormfeltz 

Edith Roby 

Betty Swomley 

Rosalie Nichols 

Shirley Grimes 

Ruth L. Cohen 

Marilyn Schlee 

Mary Harford 

Helen Goled 

Sport Corner 

Jean Bennett 

Mildred Mosier 

Virginia Stormfeltz 

Caroline Kennedy 

Edith Paul 

Betty Caslin 

Reita Friedman 

Men's Club 

Norman Schneider 

The Challenge 

Donald Hammerman 

Barbara Whitehurst 

Presley Sapp 

Helen Nikosski 

Louise Coffman 


Ilia Leonard 


Dorothy Ecker 

Myra Dudderar 

Reita Friedman 

Marcelle Isabelle 

Shirley Vance 



Doris Gutmann 

Betty Spruill 

Advisory Committee 

Dr. Crabtree 

Mrs. Stapleton 

Dr. Walther 

Art. . 

Mrs. Brouwer 


Evelyn Morris 




Every Day is Thanksgiving Day What am I Thankful For? 

Every day is Thanksgiving Day, 

We've so much to be thankful for. 

The beauty of the sky and earth, 

The end of a terrible war; 

The peace that now has come to reign, 

The silence of all guns; 

The thought of loved ones coming home — 

Brothers, husbands, sons; 

The love our parents give to us, 

The home we know is ours; 

The out-of-doors in which we spend 

So many happy hours; 

The wind that blows, 

The birds that sing, 

The flowers that bloom 

In early spring; 

For all of these we must thank God 

And show Him in our way 

That for us, Thanksgiving comes 

Not once, but every day. 

Betty Anne Spruill. 

What am I thankful for? 

Salt spray against my cheek 

Salty smell of the wild breakers 

Pleading eyes of a little dog 

Bold strains of a symphony 

Soft fur of a baby bunny 

These am I thankful for. 

What am I thankful for? 

Cold clean wind of a winter night 

Wondering eyes of a little child 

Clean fresh smell of the pines 

Ringing of a church's chimes 

Feel of grass, so newly mown 

These am I thankful for. 

What am I thankful for? 

A soft zephyr on an August day 

An endearing glance from one I love 

Fragrant perfume of roses and lilacs 

A familiar song on a lonely night 

The touch of one who loves me dearly 

These am I thankful for. 

Helen Hanson. 

I Give Thanks 

For Spring's fine days, with gentle breeze, 

With daffodil and crocus gay, 

With peace and joy I walk to church 

'Neath budding trees on Easter Day. 

For these I give thanks. 

For Summer's days, so long and warm, 

When roses in my garden flow'r, 

For touch of surf and sandy beach 

With fun in each vacation hour — 

For these I give thanks. 

For Autumn's days, with tangy air, 

With trees all turned bright red and gold, 

For starting of a new school year 

And meeting friends both new and old — 

For these I give thanks. 

For Winter's days, so bleak and cold, 

The country blanketed with snow, 

For Christmas carols, pealing bells, 

For fireside tales when lights are low — 

For these I give thanks. 

Nancy Gilpin. 


The warming sun, a cooling breeze, 

The cabin hidden 'neath the trees, 

The scent of pines throughout the air — 

These am I thankful for. 

The season drear, the seasons bright, 

The moonlight on a starlit night, 

The songs of birds that gladly sing — 

These am I thankful for. 

A curve of flame which leaps on high, 

The grass so green, so soft and dry, 

The dew on roses, the rain on leaves — 

These am I thankful for. 

Of all these things that I can name, 

This very message I proclaim, 

The smiles, the words, the love of friends — 

These most I'm thankful for. 

Helen Hanson. 

FORUM— Why a Victory Loan? 

working, at home, and overseas, to see that our 
War Job is finished. Neither is your War Job yet 
finished. Not only is this a critical period in our fight 
for economic stability: the nation's bills of war produc- 
tion and for occupation and rehabilitation continue to 
loom large. 

This has been the most costly war in history. One 
good reason : the nation has spared no expense to save 
the lives of its fighting men. Former Secretary Mor- 
genthau termed this spending to save lives "the most 
significant fact in War Finance." 

In financing the Victory and the Peace the re- 
habilitation of our wounded continues to be a major 
cost. Educators and students especially will have a 
keen understanding of the long teaching and re-educa- 
tion needed for these men. 

The Nation's Borrowing Needs 

Bills still are coming due for war production de- 
livered in the last months of the war. 

The cost of hospitalization and rehabilitation for 
our wounded runs into millions. 

It costs millions to bring the boys home, muster 
them out, adminster the GI Bill of Rights. 

American dollars are needed to keep our occupation 
troops in Europe and in Japan. 

American goods, American money, are needed to 
feed Europe's children in order to avert another war. 

Says President Truman: "You can't liquidate over- 
night the cost of a total war." 

Moreover, the Nation's economists say that the 
greatest inflationary danger is ahead. We have bought 
Bonds during the war to siphon off inflationary money. 
Through our savings, and through price controls, we 
averted much of the effect of inflation. Now the 
Minute Man has a new role. He must warn people 
against dangers of runaway price rises even when the 
behavior of prices may seem to suggest that the 
danger is past. 

Common Sense 

Last year, student polls in many colleges revealed 
that Bonds were bought for three reasons, listed in the 
NOVEMBER • 1945 

order of their importance: to win the war, to check 
inflation, to provide for personal security. 

Now, the reasons may be listed : to secure the peace, 
to check inflation, to provide for personal security. 
The last two reasons are practical: they definitely con- 
cern you, as a student and as a potential job-holder. 

That First Job. 

The period between commencement and your first 
job is often a difficult time. In the past, many grad- 
uates have been forced to borrow from parents or 
friends to tide them over temporary unemployment. 
Now, with a Bond reserve, they are cushioned during 
their job-hunting days, may wait until a good position 
is found. Bonds bought in college also make it easier 
to marry, establish a home, or specialize in your field 
of interest. 

Students Have Saved on College Costs. 

Most upperclassmen, especially those whose courses 
have been accelerated, have spent less money on 
tuition and board than they would have spent before 
the war. Sometimes costs for a full year were elimi- 

Working students have earned more money at 
summer and part time jobs than ever before. 

This is the accounting period, when students can 
take stock of the savings made during the war. Make 
these savings count by putting them into Victory 

When you buy Victory Bonds, remember there's 
still a job to be done. Lincoln described the job in his 
second Inaugural address: "To strive to finish the 
• work we are in; to bind up the Nation's wounds, to 
care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for 
his widow and orphan ... to do all which may achieve 
and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves 
and with all nations." 

"Don't get behind this Victory Bond Drive — Get 
out in front and help set the pace . . . And don't forget 
that on top of every compelling reason we have for 
buying Victory Bonds for our self-preservation as 
individuals and as a nation, there is the further added 
attraction that right now they happen to be the best 
investments in the world security market." 

John Kieran. 


Thanksgiving for Timmy 

Thanksgiving. Timmy's mouth watered at the 
thought. Thanksgiving at "Windy Gates Farm" was 
something pretty special. Mum and Granny started 
preparing for the holiday several days ahead of time, 
working away all day in the big sunny kitchen, mak- 
ing cranberry sauce, preserves, cakes, pies, and all the 
good edibles that made Thanksgiving a noteworthy 
occasion at "Windy Gates." Every time Timmy went 
into the kitchen and smelled the tempting odors, his 
small boy's stomach turned completely over, as he 
pictured himself at the big dining-room table with his 
plate before him — a plate heaped with steaming, 
delicious FOOD! Yom! He could just hear himself 
saying, "C'n I have another helping, please?" And his 
mother replying, "Goodness, Timmy, if you eat any 
more turkey, you'll turn to one." It was such a good 

Timmy went out to swing on the big double gates 
opening onto the lane leading to the farm. Grampa 
had told him that the gates swung back and forth in 
the wind, you could hear the goblins that were hiding 
there until next Hallowe'en, a-moaning and a-groan- 
ing. Timmy didn't believe in goblins. He'd told Gram- 
pa that it was just that the gate needed oiling. And 
Grampa had told him he was too "cynical" for his 
age. Timmy didn't know what "cynical" meant, but 
it sounded nice, the way it rooed over his tongue. He 
kept singing it softly under his breath — back-cyn, 
and-i, forth-cal. He made a little chant of it as he 
"rode" the creaking gate. 

And then, all of a sudden, he remembered "Baldy." 
"Baldy" was the most important part of this Thanks- 
giving, for he was the turkey. Timmy loved the crisp, 
fried taste the turkey made in his mouth every Thanks- 
giving; the holiday dinner just wouldn't be the same 
without it. But Timmy did wish that some other 
turkey could be served up on the huge platter, in- 
stead of Baldy. You see, Baldy had become Timmy's 
own very special chore, for Grampa had brought 
the turkey into the barnyard about two months ago, 
and said, "Now, looka here, Timmey, I'm bringin' 
this here turkey in here for fattenin' up, come Thanks- 
giving. We want him good 'n plum now, so when yer 
dad comes home on that Thanksgiving furlough o' 
his'n, he'll have somethin' to sink his teeth inta. I'm 
going to give him into yer hands special like. You're to 

feed him every day on this here mash I bought just 
fer him, and if he's taken proper care of, so's we c'n 
smack our lips over him when yer Ma carries him in to 
dinner, you can c'nsider you gave yer dad a right 
proper comin' home present." 

Timmy solemnly promised he would be sure to feed 
Baldy every day, and he ran to do it right away, just 
as faithfully as he had every day during these past two 
months. The trouble was, Baldy had become a kind of a 
pet with Timmy, and he was going to miss carrying 
Baldy his mash and hearing him say "Gobble, gobble, 
gobble" over it. Yep, Timmy sure had become 
attached to that turkey. He wouldn't let himself 
think of Grampa chopping off Baldy's head with the 
big shiny axe that was kept in the tumble-down wood- 
shed. He just wouldn't! 

So Timmy poured the mash into the feeding tray 
which sat just inside Baldy's private pen. Baldy's 
brilliant red "goatee" bobbed up and down in hungry 
anticipation as the soft yellow grain slithered out of 
the bag into the tray. Timmy then straightened up, 
closed the bag, and, carefully shutting the door of the 
pen behind him, carried the bag back to the granary. 

And then Timmy saw it — just as he came out of the 
granary. It was leaning up against the side of the 
barn, just inside the door, right beside the pitchfork. 
A long, new, shiny rifle! Timmy was fascinated; he 
had never seen a gun so close before. He walked care- 
fully up to it and rubbed his finger gently over the 
gleaming barrel of the gun. Just think, he was seeing a 
gun up close — a gun just like his dad had carried over- 
seas. Timmy wondered how heavy it would be. He 
thought of all the times he'd been warned not to 
touch firearms until he was older and could go out 
hunting with Dad and Grampa, but then temptation 
gave Timmy's better self a mighty hard push and he 
just plain forgot to remember all those things he'd 
been told. 

Timmy was a big boy of seven, going on eight, and 
he was strong for his age. The rifle wasn't heavy at 
all, and he was smart enough to keep the gun pointed 
away from himself, as he picked it up. "I wonder if 
anybody u'd see me if I carried it out into the barn- 
yard," thought Timmy, and he proceeded to do the 
very thing about which he was wondering. And then 
he hit on the idea of showing the rifle to Baldy — to 
see Baldy's red goatee bob up and down in dignified 

(Continued on page 8) 


Thank You God 

The other night as I was lying in bed, I thought 
how much I had to be thankful for. Although not as 
fortunate as some with many pretty clothes, plenty of 
money, exquisite homes and good looks, I am happy 
and happiness to me is the most important thing in 

I could not have found a sweeter mother, or a kinder 
father if I had the privilege of choosing them myself. 
My little sister is a darling, although she is a typical 
"kid sis". My brother — well he is just tops in every- 
thing. Our home isn't the finest in the world, but it's 
home where there is laughter and fun, with now and 
then a few tears to let us know it is real. 

As I let my thoughts roam further, I become thank- 
ful for the pretty little town where we live; for the 
homes with sunny lawns, trees, flowers and enough 
space to give the men room for gardens, where they 
can work when they come home from their jobs in the 
cities; for everyone is so friendly, sympathetic and 
kind, they seem members of one big happy family. 

Suddenly I realize the reason for all these blessings: 
we live in this wonderful country called The United 
States Of America. What a thrill those words send 
through me! What feeling of security! What freedom 
and joy! 

My heart saddened for a moment as I thought of all 
the boys who must have had that same feeling and 
died for it. Oh, yes, I am so thankful for them — their 
courage and strength to fight and win. 

In some ways this year will be like the first Thanks- 
giving. As we sit at our tables and bow our heads, we 
will all thank God for our freedom gained again, our 
beautiful country, and our homes so happy. Wasn't 
that the same prayer the Pilgrims prayed so many, 
many, years ago? Oh, Thank your God so much for 
all these bounties. 

Dorothy Wilson. 

"Cows are like money. A dry dollar is like a dry 
cow. A spent dollar is like a dead cow, and a dollar in 
Government Bonds is like a cow that gives milk." 

What have I 

to be Thankful For? 

I am thankful for: 

"My Father's World"— 

the beauty of dawn and twilight; 

the calm after a thunderstorm, 

the rainbow after a shower, 

the fresh smell of spring; 

the moonlight on the fields at harvest time; 

the matchless splendor of an autumn day, 

the warm, fall days when I'm able to walk through 

the woods, 
the rich colors of the autumn trees ; 
the snow framing the farm buildings as on a 

Christmas card; 
the knowledge of the beauties that the four 

seasons bring to the farm. 

The Four Freedoms — 

the freedom of speech, that I may speak my mind ; 
the freedom of worship, that I may go to the 

church of my creed; 
the freedom from fear, that now the world is 

again at peace; 
the freedom from want, that needy people are 

receiving help; 

My Family — 

my life on the farm; 

my parents helped me whenever I needed help ; 
my sister and brother always near; 
my family bound by a close relationship of love 
and understanding; 

"All this and heaven, too" am I thankful for. 

Catherine Roderick. 

Booth Tarkington. 

Reminder — 

"Perhaps one of the greatest dangers which any 
country can be exposed to arises from a kind of trifling 
which sometimes steals upon the mind when it sup- 
poses the danger past, and this unsafe situation marks 
at this time the peculiar crisis of America . . . We are a 
people who, in our situation, differ from all the world. 
We form one common floor of public good, and, what- 
ever is our charge, it is paid for our own interest, and 
upon our own account." 

Thomas Paine, 
The American Crisis, 1782. 





'E : 

A group of students on the campus will be put- 
ting this old adage to use as a result of the meeting of 
the Committee of Teacher Education held here at the 
State Teachers College and presided over by Dr. 
Daniel A. Prescott. 

The sophomore psychology classes are acting as 
guinea pigs for the experiment. They will change 
from the present plan of using a text book for begin- 
ning purposes, to the newly proposed program of 
having beginners start with children to study and 
arrive at aids or texts later on. 

The general aim and principle is to develop skill 
in observing children's behavior and arriving at an 
understanding of the reason why. 

Maryland, as a state, is going in for the change and 
the four Teachers' Colleges at Salisbury, Frostburg, 
Bowie and Towson are all undertaking the project. 
Maryland, however, is not the only state to receive 
professional guidance in it's reorganization of child 
study. Dr. Prescott and the other members of his 
committee were to go to Georgia and other southern 
states after leaving here. He is due in Towson during 
January to see what progress is being made. 

The new plan will work this way. Each student will 
choose a child that he will have access to, and make a 
study of that child for a two year period. This will be 
done by making observations and then writing them 
up. These observations will cover every possible 
type of situation: — in the classroom, at lunch, on the 
playground, coming to school, and in conversation 
with his peers. Over a period of two years with about 
five observations a week, enough data should be col- 
lected so that the prospective teachers will be better 
prepared to understand children as they teach. 

The class as a group is very enthusiastic about the 
project and hopes to gain much from their novel 

Shirley Vance. 

(Editor's Note: — From time to time, we'd like 
to print reports on the progress being made in 
this course.) 


afternoon when our guest players, the Mount St. 
Agnes hockey team, met our line-up on the home field. 
No where was there a beam of sunlight but beams of 
hope flooded the spectators and the team members 
when the game got under-way. Good defense was 
played by both teams as the ball was first at one end 
and then at the other. Miss Fiske, the referee, had no 
trouble with fouls but the end line was a noticeable 
source of confusion for the power the girls had was 
terrific. Only once, however, did the ball go through 
the right area of the end line, namely the goal, and 
then it was in favor of our opponents. No casualties — 
only loud husky yells from the many who "turned 
out" to watch the great event. At the end of the 
fourth quarter with a score of 1-0, favor of Mt. St. 
Agnes, the members of the teams royally entertained 
by the A. A. with cider and doughnuts in the locker 
room of the gym. 

Spectators leaving the field remarked, "Our players 
were "on the beam" and Coach Roach did a great job 
of conditioning them, considering the amount of 
practice they have not had." 

It's all right to believe the words on this page but 
how about coming out and witnessing the great games 
that are promised for the future? You will surely not 
be disappointed and it will be a wonderful testimony 
to school spirit. We'll be looking for you, waiting to 
hear the "rah-rah" of a school cheer. 


MINUTES OF 10/9/45 

special meeting of the Men's Club was called to 
order at 12:15 P. M. 

Once again the minutes were read and they were not 
corrected; as they were well recorded, there was no 
need for a correction. By the gleams in the eyes of the 
members, I knew that they approved of them. 

The participation of our club in next Tuesday's 
assembly was discussed. It was unanimously agreed 
that we get up a scene of the Men's Club in action at a 
typical Men's Club meeting for that assembly. An 
assembly committee consisting of Ship P. Rembolt, 
Good Boy Hammerman, and Pretty Boy Reitze was 
appointed by our president, Lover Cohen. 
The meeting was adjourned at 12:35 P. M. 
Respectively submitted (?) 
Presley (Bob Hope) Sapp, 
Secretary-Treasurer (?) 



becoming even more plentiful and more varied. 
The clubs are scheduling times, dates and places for 
their meetings. There are no "closed door policies", 
so be sure to get on the "inside" with those organiza- 
tions which you've joined. 

The Natural History Group has made a head start. 
Did you see the snap-shots on the bulletin board? 
They're sure proof of many good times. The hike to 
Lutherville was planned for just the right week-end to 
see the lovely Fringed Gentians. If you want a good 
laugh — ask any member who their mascot was!! The 
students as well as Dr. Dowell, their advisor, had fun 
hiking, eating their lunches, ETC. For November 3, 
they planned a hike, open to all students, to the Forest 
Reserve. The club posts notices and sheets on which 
hikers may sign up. Be sure to get your name on the 
next one! They're bound to keep up that reputation 
for "having lots of fun." 

The Chimes Guild sings grace at dinner three times 
a week and for special occasions in the dorm. They 
meet once a week to practice with Miss MacDonald. 
Those who are interested volunteer to play the chimes 
the evenings on which the group doesn't sing. All the 
students appreciate this reverent moment before din- 
ner. • 

The Rural Club will soon be having its regular 
meetings. The aims of this club are to promote a 
better understanding of community life and give the 
members opportunities to meet leaders in progressive 
schools and in the community. The Rural Club has 
meetings, debates, and study groups activities. Watch 
for notices — be there at the next meeting! 

'Nuff said for now — but keep your eyes on those 
clubs and be a part of their programs. Here's to lots 
of FUN !! 


Recently Returned — 

"Things haven't changed much have they?" 
and our handsome "new" science instructor had to 
agree. Our own Mr. Crook, recently discharged from 
the Army, is seen once again at the south entrance 
door with his "as-of-old" between-classes cigarette. 
We are certainly glad to have you back on campus 
again, Mr. Crook. A hearty welcome from all of us! 
News Items — 

Edward Clopper has been discharged and expects to 
return to school in February. 
NOVEMBER • 1945 

Bob Curland is on terminal leave and hopes to get 
back to teaching again soon. 

Joshua Wheeler has been discharged and is now 
principal of Carroll Manor School in Baltimore 

William Cox is teaching the fifth grade at Towson. 

Sigmond Shpritz and Dallus Smith, who were 
prisoners of war, have been discharged. 

Among others who have been discharged are: John 
Shock, James Tear and Gene Rush. 

Luther Cox has been promoted to Captain and is 
stationed at Mitchell Field, Long Island. Congratula- 
tions, Luther. 


advisors have decided to have a definite theme for 
each issue of our TOWER LIGHT publication. These 
themes are only tentative ones, so if you think you'd 
rather have something else in place of one of the 
themes listed here, we'd be happy to receive your 

The themes are as follows: 

October — Freshmen 

November — thanksgiving 

December — Christmas (with the sub-title) — 

January — The Faculty Issue 
February — A Romantic Issue 
M arch — Sophomores 
April — Juniors 
May — Spring 
June — seniors 
From the list, it is quite evident that we have tried 
to use a theme that carries out the important holiday 
of that month. Also, we have included one issue for 
each of the classes. We will try to keep the issues for 
each respective year, exclusive for that class. (Our 
October Freshmen edition was primarily representa- 
tive of that class in that most of the articles selected 
for publication were submitted by members of the 
Freshman class. 

Our October, November, December issues have 
tried, where it was at all possible, to carry out their 
respective themes throughout all of the articles. 

It might interest you to know that all phases of the 
January number will be taken over by the Faculty. 
This illustrious body of workers has already begun 
plans for their own issue. 


Thanksgiving for Timiny 

— {Continued from page 4) 

approval at how well Timmy handled the rifle. He 
carried the gun over to Baldy's pen, and then it was 
that everything suddenly went wrong and a rosy 
world of make-believe soldiering came tumbling down 
with a crash. 

Somehow, Timmy stumbled and the gun went off 
with a big "BANG !!!" straight at Baldy's pen. A 
couple of minutes later, Timmy picked himself up 
from the ground. The scene before him was one of 
utter devastation. The gun lay on the ground before 
him. A huge hole gasped in the side of the pen, where 
his rifle bullet had torn through. But (and this was 
worst of all) Baldy lay opposite the hole in the pen. 
He lay quite still and lifeless, on his side and the bullet 
had made a neat round hole in his rumpled feathers. 

Timmy couldn't believe his eyes. He limped to the 
pen, yanked open the door and bent over Baldy's 
still-form. But it was true. Baldy was dead. A 
hoarse sob tore through Timmy's stocky little body. 
His soft blue eyes widened at the thought of killing 
anyone as near and dear to him as the friendly turkey, 
and he began to cry. It wouldn't have been so bad if 
someone else had killed the turkey, for Thanksgiving 
dinner, but Timmy had shot the turkey himself, as 
Baldy was moving around the pen and eating the 
mash. Somehow it was much worse this way. Timmy 
felt like a murderer. He left Baldy in the pen and made 
his way slowly out of the barnyard, leaving the rifle 
on the ground. He dug his fists into his eyes, but the 
tears still ran down his cheeks and into his trembling 
mouth. His mouth tasted salty as he gulped for air 
between sobs. All he could think of was to get away 
and by be himself. He was so ashamed of killing 

An hour later, Timmy's Ma called him for dinner. 
But there was no reply from the quarter usually filled 
with boyish enthusiasm about anything connected 
with the delectable idea of eating. Grampa sized up 
the situation and, knowing how Timmy must be 
feeling, sent up a hue and cry for the missing "mur- 
derer". So the search began. 

Timmy was found an hour later, sobbing his heart 
out against a wooden paling in the "windy gates." 
Grampa gently picked him up and carried him back to 
the farmhouse, the iron-gray head bent over the 
thatch-yellow head on the denim shoulder. 

It was dusk when Timmy awoke in his cozy little 
attic room, up under the eaves. Timmy guessed he 
must have cried himself to sleep. As he opened his 
eyes, Ma came in, carrying a tray. She sat down on the 
edge of his bed and helped him prop himself up against 
the pillows. 

"Hello, son," she said in a gentle, kind voice. 
"How are you feeling?" 

She didn't wait for him to answer, but went right on 
talking, as she spooned up the hot soup. "When you 
eat this, you'll feel better." She paused for a moment, 
then continued, "I know you feel bad about shooting 
Baldy, Timmy, but accidents happen to the best of us. 
I'm sure that Baldy, wherever he is now, knows you 
didn't mean to kill him, and he's forgiven you." 

"Do you think so, Ma?" — eagerly. 

"I'm sure of it. We would only have had to kill 
Baldy, come Thanksgiving, anyway, Tim. You 
knew that, but I know that this way was worse. But 
we all forgive you — even for taking the rifle you 
should never have touched." As Ma said this, Grampa 
came in. He said, "Yer Ma's right there. You should 
never a touched it, but as long as ya did, I'm glad ya 
remembered to keep it pointin' away from you." He 
paused a moment and cleared his throat, then glanced 
hastily at Ma, as if doubting her approval of what he 
was going to say next. 

"As I said before, son, you did keep the gun 
pointin' away from ya, so I guess maybe you're ready 
to learn how to really handle a gun. The next time yer 
Dad and me go shootin', if ya like ya kin be one o' the 
party. Then I guess maybe ya won't have no more 
accidents along that line, after you're taught what 
you're about." Grampa winked broadly at Timmy, so 
Ma couldn't see, and Ma cleared her throat. 

Timmy's face lit up and a bright smile shone through 
the drying tears. "Do you mean it, Grampa?" 

Durned right I do, if yer Ma says it's O. K." 

Ma cleared her throat once more and said, "It 
seems to me that your suggestion is a right proper one, 
Pa. But you clear out of here now and let Timmy 
finish his soup. Timmy's had enough excitement to 
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light the children of men are endued with the spirit of 
brotherhood and peace. Everywhere tired hearts are 
lifted to rejoice: 

"So the stars of the midnight 
which compass us round 
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evil have been quelled. Peace reigns supreme. 
But — what will we do with the triumph? How will we 
handle the antagonist? How long will the suppression 
of wrong last this time? What significance has the 
word PEACE for us as a world, a nation, an in- 
dividual? Yes, it is ours but what will we do with it? 

As a warring world, we exhaust our genius to pro- 
duce extraordinary implements for the destruction of 
human life. As victors in the test of strength, have we 
ever dared to concentrate the efforts of those of pro- 
found mental endowment for the propagation of har- 
mony in international relations? Is the cessation of 
hostilities this time to be as shallow and as temporary 
as the other times in our history? Will those who 
follow in our wake shake their heads in pity and 
derision and conclude that we were unprepared for 

For too long a time, we the citizens of this world 
have been slaves to isolationism and nationalism. 
Internationalism and world-wide organization are new 
concepts in our thinking. Heretofore when we have 
marched to war, we have emerged from the fracas with 
the documentary victory at least. Again posterity will 
be furnished with a great deal of documentation as 
proof of our militaristic achievement. After every 
other war in our history we have supplied our files 
with impressive sheaths of paper, volume upon 

(Continued on page 8) 
DECEMBER • 1945 


Art Department 

Sylvia Rosen 

Becky Wineman 

Mary J. Terry 

Martha Clemmet 

Bernice Schugar 


Helen McCutchen 
Helen Wampler 


Mary T. Smith 
Katherine Comstock 


Dorothy Miller 

Betty Stormfeltz 

Betty Svvamley 

Dorothy Bladen 

Sport Comer 

Mildred Mosier 
Caroline Kennedy 

The Challenge 

Barbara Whitehurst 
Helen Nikosski 
Louise Coffman 


Ilia Leonard 
Dorothy Ecker 
Reita Friedman 

Contributing Editors 

Ruth Hoke 

Peggy Crump 

Jane Downing 

Virginia Spaulding 

Mary Lou Wallace 

Eileen Lynch 
Coryne Harmison 


Virginia Franz 
Mildred Levy 
Bernice Schugar 


Betty Hoffacker 

Edith Robey 

Rosalie Nicolos 

Jean Bennett 

Virginia Stormfeltz 

Reita Friedman 
Kathleen Fitzgerald 

Shirley Vance 

Men's Club 

Norman Schneider 

Donald Hammerman 

Presley Sapp 

Business Managers 

Doris Gutmann 
Betty Spruill 

Advisory Committee 

Literary Dr. Crabtree 

Mrs. Stapleton 

Finance Dr. Walther 

Art Mrs. Brouwer 

Evelyn Morris 

Christmas spirit with a fervor that is typically 
contagious and heart warming. 

The Student Christian Association's monthly vesper 
service was appropriate for the seasonal festivities. 
Their speaker for the evening was from a nearby 
church, who spoke on Christmas in relation to the 
S.C.A.'s theme for the year, "Peacetime Problems". 
The S.C.A. Choir sang several selections and accom- 
panied the group in singing additional Christmas 
carols. Everyone left with a more spiritual feeling of 

The I.R.C. has definitely gone on the "Active 
List". They have been meeting to discuss current 
events and international problems. Reports were 
given on event of the year from the publication, 
"Carnegie Endowment for International Peace." 
Other reports and discussions are planned for the 
coming meetings. A group of students attended the 
conference held at Notre Dame on November 18, 
1945. This annual event is one of the high-lights of 
the year. 

The Natural History Group has planned a trip to 
Washington which will include sight-seeing at the 
Smithsonian Institute. They have high hopes of 
visiting Dr. Schmitt, Curator of Biology, who spoke 
for the group in assembly last year. They have ade- 
quate reasons for expecting a worthwhile day — for 
what trip with the N.LI.G. wouldn't be? 

The World Student Service Fund set a goal of 
$125.00 for its drive this year. The World Student 
Service Fund was originated for aid to the penniless 
students of the world. These students receive food, 
shelter, books and writing materials from the W.S.S.F. 
office in Geneva, Switzerland. Because this war has 
brought more destruction into the world than any 
other war has ever done, the need is greater than ever 
before. Many students are without homes, adequate 
clothing, nourishing food and proper studying condi- 
tions. These handicaps don't stop them; they push 
onward and will succeed with our help. They are 
proud and courageous, but without our help many 
will die and many more will not be able to continue 
their work. Back them up, GIVE TO THE W.S.S.F. 

As always the Glee Club is playing a big part in the 
Christmas program. The Glee Club and Jeannie 
Group have been working on several beautiful num- 
bers to be presented the evening of the Christmas 

{Continued on page 8) 

Lieut. A. H. Baer has just arrived from Trinidad, 
B.W.I., for forty-five days temporary duty and then 
he will get a new assignment. 

Henry Schwartz has been discharged and is plan- 
ning to return to school in February. 

Ed Clopper was married November 10 to Jeanette 
Jones. Congratulations, Ed. 

Ensign Ned Logan, who graduated from State 
Teachers College in January, 1944, returned to his 
Alma Mater last week to tell us some of his thrilling 
experiences aboard the Flagship Idaho. The Japs 
succeeded in humiliating the men on the Idaho by 
showing no reaction, whatsoever, at the presence of a 
U. S. Flagship in Tokyo Harbor, just after the signing 
of the peace. Narrow escapes from Jap suicide drives 
will make April 12th a day never to be forgotten in 
the Navy life of Ensign Logan. 

Now that Ned is home, he is definitely not going to 
remain in the U. S. Navy, but instead, plans to return 
to the field of education and, perhaps, obtain his 
Masters degree while making use of the G.I. Bill of 

about over, everyone is looking forward to the 
winter ones — basketball, badminton and volleyball. 
Our school certainly showed its grand spirit in at- 
tending our hockey games and we sincerely hope that 
everyone will continue with that same spirit for our 
games in the future. We are hoping to be able to 
schedule basketball and badminton games with other 
schools. This time, however, they will be scheduled at a 
time that won't interfere with our regular electives so 
everyone will have an equal chance to participate. 

Also, we are planning on organizing a cheer leading 
squad to cheer at the games. Keep your eyes open for 
further information about tryouts. 

Sometime during the year we would like to, if 
possible, devote an assembly to sports, where the 
sections can play against one another. 

We want to remind everyone about "Demonstra- 
tion Night," which will be here before very long. 
This is one night everyone will have a chance to do 
something and never forget all the fun it was planning 
and carrying out the stunt that her class put on, in 
hopes of winning. Start thinking kids! Try to make it 
your class that wins this year. 

So long for new — Happy Holiday! 


World Student Service Fund 

provides direct relief, rehabilitation and recon- 
struction for students and professors in the war torn 
countries around the world. Studcnt-to-student help 
is the American student's part in the world wide enter- 
prise. This Fund provides aid where it is most needed 
on an international, interracial, non-sectarian, non- 
political basis. 

A Chinese student wrote "Since we began our re- 
sistance, you have sent us sympathy and encourage- 
ment, and you have done various kinds of work to 
help us. This loyalty and friendship we shall never 

A Dutch student told a W.S.S.F. worker, "Yesterday 
I received your package. It is a real thrill and comfort 
to know that there are people outside who are genu- 
inely interested and are doing everything possible to 

More than ever before, there is a need for World 
Student relief. Now that the war has ended and the 
Allies have attained victory, the possibility of reach- 
ing more students has made the need greater for 
student relief. Students and professors around the 
world are without textbooks, food, clothing and 
shelter. Many students are from prisons, forced labor 
camps, and resistance forces. Their universities have 
been damaged or destroyed and their faculties dis- 
persed. Many find themselves homeless and unable to 
locate their families. In China, students have carried 
their universities on their backs for over 2,000 miles. 
Now they must return over that same hard path. 
Students elsewhere holding classes in caves, and dug- 
outs in the ground. Their professors are underpaid but 
still continue onward. They know the future of their 
country and the world depends upon their success. 

Students in war-torn countries need medical care 
as well as food and clothing. Many are tubercular, 
need rest, and hospitalization. Over 70% of the 
Dutch students need hospital care before returning to 
their studies. French students are in need of hospitali- 
zation because they surfer from malnutrition and 
various other deficiences. 

Securing food is the big problem in Europe and 
Asia. Farms have been destroyed and workers killed. 
In the University of Toulouse alone, some French 
students get one meal a day consisting of soup, some 
beverage, and bread. In China, students get one bowl 
of rice and a cup of tea. It isn't easy to study when you 
are hungry and cold. Concentration of the mind is 
almost impossible. 

The job ahead is great. After World War I, Ameri- 

can students raised more than two and one half million 
dollars, for World Student Relief. This year American 
Students have been given the privilege of raising one 
million dollars. 

The World Student Service Fund has already sent 
shipments of food and medical supplies to university 
centers in France, Belgium, Holland and Yugoslavia. 
To restore rundown students to health, student re- 
habilitation centers are being established all over 
Europe and Asia. Tubercular students from European 
countries receive lodging and treatment at the Uni- 
versity Sanatorium in Switzerland. Chinese students 
relief centers provide supplementary food, bath, hair- 
cuts, and even heated, lighted rooms for study. Local 
relief committees supply medical help, winter cloth- 
ing, bedding and direct monetary aid to needy 
students. In addition, aid still goes to student prisoners 
of war, refugee students, and dislocated Japanese 
American students. 

One dollar will supply the notebook and paper re- 
quired by a European student for one-half year. Come 
on, S.T.C., do your best. 

Confucisis said, "Giving is like a piece of candy. 
When you eat your candy it tastes good, but its flavor 
is soon gone. When you give, the flavor lasts forever. 
The candy is good for the stomach but giving is good 
for the heart." 

S.T.C. let's reach our goal of $125.00. We can do it. 
It is our privilege to participate in this work. Give to 
the W.S.S.F. Today!!!! 

Under a bunny's pelt 

Be it russet-brown or white, 

A hidden sun glows 

On this frozen, star-crisp night. 

On this snowy night and silent, 

Among the icy rocks ■ 

A topaz light gleams softly 

In the eyes of a tawny fox. 

In a hillside wood or thicket 

Hastening or out of sight, 

Each small animal carries 

In his heart a golden light. 

In honor of Mary's small son 

With dark and loving eyes 

Whose spirit again is blazing 

As shown by the glittering skies. 

B. Shugar. 

The Challenge 

men" — so sang the heavenly carolers on that first 

And so sings a war-humbled 

Christmas morning, 
world today. 

"Peace!" we carol in exultation. But what is this 
peace for which men died? Is it so trite a thing as the 
mere cessation of war? Let us rather look to the 
spirit of Christmas for our answer. There is truly 
peace in worshiping the Babe, singing carols, hanging 
our stockings. Peace is the laughter of children, the 
gifts of friends, the family dinner, the Christmas tree, 
the calm of the night. It is the joy of reunion, the 
security of home, the hum-drum happiness of routine. 
This, then, is peace. 

"Peace?" some murmur in doubt. Where is good 
will to be found in famine, strikes, revolts, and dis- 
sent? We know there is no vestige of peace in these. 
Herein lies our challenge. Statesmen and diplomats 
have drafted the blueprints for the peaceful World of 
Tomorrow, but it is up to us — you and me — to trans- 
late these plans and ideals into realities. "But how 
are we to do this?" you may ask. He whose praise was 
sung that first Christmas counsels us to "be doers of 
the word, and not hearers only". Hence let us answer 
the challenge of peace with our every action. And may 
the voices of our honored dead, who may not speak, be 
loudly heard. Then, indeed, will we maintain peace, 
lasting peace ! 

€f)rtetma£ 1945 

No more shall men be slain to give 
The world a peaceful place to live 
No more shall blood run thick and red, 
And nations count their valiant dead. 
The guns are silent on the field 
The hoards of foes have had to yield, 
Now friendly planes shall fill the sky 
And man may live instead of die. 
Then ring glad bells, proclaim afar 
Our men, long gone, are home from war, 
Are home from toil and sweat and tears 
Are home from death and ghastly fears. 
Rejoice, rejoice all ye that sing 
Retell the birthday of the King. 
Proclaim the words the angels told, 
For peace is come on wings of gold. 

Helen Hanson. 

Far away in Bethlehem 

So very long ago, 

God sent to earth His only Son, 

His love for us to show. 

A star up in the heaven high 

Sent forth its brilliant ray 

To guide the shepherds to the place 

Where little Jesus lay. 

The wisemen came in royal robes 

To greet the Heavenly Babe. 

With gifts of myrrh and frankincense 

For Him they gladly gave. 

The angels sang in. sweetest strains 

The message from above; 

The peace on earth, goodwill toward men; 

The story of God's love. 

Today again we have that peace 

And may it ever stay 

To make this world as bright as one 

As that First Christmas Day. 

Betty Anne Spruill. 

Memorial Pool News 

on it this spring, which means that many of the 
present students of S.T.C. will enjoy swimming in the 
Memorial Pool before they graduate. (That is, if we 
make as big a success of our present bond drive as we 
have in the past two years.) I, for one, am sure we can. 

Here are some statistics on what we have done and 
what we have yet to do in the way of raising money. 
At present we have approximately $6,000 toward our 
ultimate goal of $10,000. Our goal for this year is 
$1,000. Each member of each team has pledged to 
give at least 10 cents per week. There are twenty-six 
more weeks of school ; therefore each student will con- 
tribute $2.60 toward the pool this year. There are 
about two hundred and fifty in the school, which will 
make the total contribution of the student body $650. 
We hope to net at least $100 from supplementary 
activities. This will give us a total of $750, enough to 
buy a $1,000 United States Victory Bond. 

Remember your dimes are serving a twofold pur- 
pose. They are helping to pay for our Memorial Pool 
as well as speeding the day when all our boys will come 
home from "over there". 

Our teams are organized now, so let's hop to it and 
see which can reach its goal first. Good luck to you all. 




with us, a subtle change came over my mother's 
rooming house — a change so gradual that none of us 
recognized the effect it had upon me, at least until the 
end of the whole affair — until Christmas Eve, and on 
into the dawn of Christmas itself. 

I can still remember that first day — that day, a 
year ago, when Andy walked haltingly up to our lower 
east-side brownstone house, with the "Rooms to Let" 
sign in the front bay window, I'd never grown quite 
used to mother's renting our five upstairs rooms. 
When my father died, we were a little pressed for 
funds, and we'd had to let rooms, of necessity; but, 
somehow, I'd never grown accustomed to strangers 
walking in and out and through our front hall, in spite 
of the fact that "Mom's Boarding House" was a profit- 
able establishment of five year's standing. 

I remember, even now, what I was playing — "Au- 
tumn Nocturne". Andy stepped into the hall, and I 
could hear Mom and him talking about one of the 
upstairs rooms. He murmured something to the effect 
that he'd take it — and Mom couldn't understand why 
he said he'd look at the room later. 

He walked into the room and up to the piano, then I 
was more aware of those sad brown eyes than anything 
else about him — like the eyes of a whipped dog. I 
didn't stop playing — I don't know why. Maybe some- 
thing in the way he looked at me compelled me to con- 
tinue. When I finished, he said in a hard, slurred kind 
of speech that didn't go with his eyes — "Autumn 
Nocturne", isn't it? My brother, Eddie, used to play 
it for me before he died. I've always thought it was so 
beautiful." And before I had a chance to answer, he 
had walked out of the living-room, opened the front 
door and was gone. 

I didn't see Andy again for several days. I knew he 
had moved his belongings into our upstairs room — a 
shabby black suitcase, a portable radio, a heavy pack 
of sheet music. I'd seen them in the hall, before Andy 
took them upstairs with him. 

About a week later, Andy made his appearance at 
the dinner table with our other boarders. He took his 
place quitely — almost too quietly. He kept his head 
down — a head with close-cropped brown hair — avoid- 
ing even visual contact with our other boarders, and 
barely glancing at me. He pecked at his food through- 
out the meal, and when I passed him the heaped up 
plates, he helped himself without so much as a word of 
DECEMBER • 1945 

thanks. Yet I felt he knew better. You see, I watched 
his table manners. They couldn't have been better. 

I could hear old Miss Crotchit talking about him 
later. "Something queer about that young man. He 
looks to sheepish to suit me." The trouble was, he 
could hear, too. She didn't bother to lower her voice. 

I caught him as he reached the landing on the stairs 
leading to his room. It was dark there. Mom had been 
meaning to put in a light for so long, but as it is with 
most busy people, good intentions were as far as it 
went. I put out my hand and touched the rough tweed 
of his coat, detaining him. "Please don't mind Miss 
Crotchit. She's old and she doesn't have anything to 
do but gossip. She talks like that about everybody." 

"I don't mind", he replied. "I'm used to having 
people talk about me." He hesitated a moment, and 
then continued in that same hard, bitter voice, "Don't 
worry about me. I've been kicked so often, it doesn't 
even hurt anymore." Then his tone softened. "Thanks, 
anyway. I like the way you play the piano. Particu- 
larly 'Autumn Nocturne'. Just like my brother 
Eddie used to before " He stopped, and sud- 
denly put out his hand and took a piece of my hair 
between his fingers. "May I come in and listen to you 
play sometime?" 

I couldn't have said anything else but yes even if I 
had wanted to, which I didn't. He abruptly dropped 
his hand to his side and climbed the rest of the way up 
the stairs. I turned away and went slowly down the 
steps. Why had I wanted him to kiss me? 

It was quite by accident that I found out what Andy 
did all day to earn the money he paid us for the rent. 
It was about a week before Christmas. Andy and I 
had grown close during the year he had lived with us. 
The living room was somehow gloomy unless Andy 
was there to share the cozy fire in the fireplace, the 
soft candlelight above the piano, and "our music". 
Andy was quite different from the man I had en- 
countered on the landing that night nearly a year ago. 
He talked more easily, particularly about his music. 
He brought the bundle of music I had seen before 
down to me one evening and I played for him. On the 
corners of the sheets there was the initials "E.S.", 
which I assumed to be his brother's — Eddie's. He 
never spoke of his brother and I somehow felt that it 
was there that the root of Andy's trouble lay. 

But back to that Christmas week, I had been doing 
the usual rushed Xmas shopping, and was in a hurry 
to reach home, I arrived at my battered coupe and 

(Continued on page 7) 


Library News 

Christmas Gift Books. In my opinion a lovely 
book is the most worthwhile gift anyone can give a 
child. I also think these books would be valuable 
additions to a teacher's personal library. Indeed I 
believe that any adult, who is genuinely fond of chil- 
dren, would find enjoyment in owning and sharing any 
of these books with children they teach or have occa- 
sion to entertain. One of my greatest pleasures is 
watching the children who visit me enjoy the books I 
keep on one shelf of my bookcase just for them. I have 
suggested these particular titles because they are 
beautifully illustrated, and because they are collec- 
tions of stories, poems, and songs. The last three are 
collections of holiday stories that are often needed for 
story-telling programs and school celebrations. 

These books are for young children especially, but 
the illustrations will appeal to anyone interested in 
art and will help give ideas of costumes for the drama- 
tization of folk stories. The songs and the poems are 
suitable for any child with a lively imagination and an 
appreciation of words and rhythm. 
Fyleman, Rose, ed., A'Piping Again, N. Y., Stokes. 
Fyleman, Rose, ed., Here We Come A'Piping, N. Y., 

Stokes, $1.00. 
Fyleman, Rose, ed., Pipe and Drum, N. Y., Stokes, 

1940, $1.25. 
Jones, Jessie Orton, comp., Small Rain-Verses from 

the Bible, Viking, 1944, $2.00. 
Robinson, Tome, InandOut, N. Y.,Viking, 1943, $2.50 
Stevenson, Robert Louis, Child's Garden of Verse 

(Photo-Illustrations by Toni Frissell), Cleveland, 

World Pub. Co., 1944, $2.00. 
Harrington, Mildred P., comp., Ring-a-Round, N. Y., 

Macmillan, 1930, $3.00. 
Tenggren, Gustaf, illustrator, Mother Goose, Boston, 

Little Brown Co., $2.50. 
Tippett, James S., / Know Some Little Animals, N. Y., 

Harper, 1941, $1.00. 
Wheeler, Opal, Sing For Christmas (Illustrated by 

Tenggren), N. Y., Dutton, $2.50. 
Wheeler, Opal, Sing For America (Illustrated by 

Tenggren), N. Y., Dutton, $3.00. 
Farjeon, Eleanor, A Prayer For Little Things, Boston, 

Houghton, 1945, $ .85. 
Field, Rachel, Prayer For A Child, N. Y., Macmillan, 

1944, $1.50. 
Duplaix, Georges, Animal Stories (Illustrated by 

Rojankovsky), N. Y., Simon & Schuster, 1944,$1.50. 
Gibson, Katherine, ed., The Tenggren Tell-It-Again 

Book, Boston, Little Brown Co., 1942, $2.50. 

— {Continued on back inside cover) 


Teacher's Salary 

tion Association has taken up the cry of "in- 
creased pay for teachers". The editor devoted an 
entire page in the November issue to an editorial on 
the subject as well as reprinting part of an article, 
"Teacher's Pay, A National Disgrace" by Robert 
Littell from the Reader's Digest. 

In his editorial, Mr. Morgan quotes figures from the 
War Production Board." .... profits in American in- 
dustry during the war increased 120% after paying 
wartime taxes. This increase is after all expenses and 
taxes have been paid. How much has your income in- 
creased during the war after all expenses and taxes 
have been paid? The estimated average teacher's 
salary of $1,786.00 for 1944-45 would buy about what 
$1,350.00 would have bought in 1940." 

This was true when wages were rising and the cost of 
living was rising but there were still a large percentage 
of wage earners whose pay was never increased. 

"The average salary of teachers was at least $500.00 
less than average earnings in industry in 1944-45." 

Of course these figures are averages, for some states 
pay more than others to their teachers and the rural 
teachers almost always get a lower salary than those 
teaching in the city. 

Believing that the teachers with the lowest salaries 
are the ones least able to help themselves, Mr. Mor- 
gan has outlined five steps in the direction of higher 
salaries for teachers. They are: 

1 — Get special committees of teachers and laymen 
at work on the problem. 

2 — Arrange to distribute copies, or print in local 
papers the article by Robert Littell in October's 
Reader's Digest. 

3 — Use facts from N.E.A. Handbook, Leaders 
Letters and American Education Week material. 

4 — Use higher salaries to upgrade teachers. 

5 — Work for more funds from local, state and 
federal governments. 

"The welfare of our country demands that intelli- 
gence be exalted; that our schools be staffed by an 
adequate supply of competent, well-prepared, well- 
paid teachers. When a community fixes the salaries 
of its teachers, it fixes in a large measure the intellec- 
tual and social outlook of its people." 

After all, as Mr. Littell says, "dogcatchers and gar- 
bage men are useful but aren't your children's teachers 
useful, too?" — {Continued on page 8) 



— (Continued from page 5) 
after climbing in and depositing my bundles in the 
back, I started the car and moved slowly off amid the 
snow and sleet and downtown traffic, I had gone only 
three blocks when my motor stalled. I managed to 
pull in to the curb, and then walked another block or 
so to the nearest garage. 

"Can I have someone fix my motor right away. 
I'm stalled a block back." 

"Yeah; just a minute I'll get my ace mechanic, Hey 

Yes, it was Andy Simms, in a grease-smeared smock 
with a piece of dirty waste in his hand. 

"Fix this lady's motor so's she kin get home." 

We walked back together through the snow, Andy's 
arm through mine, to help me over the icy spots. It 
didn't take long to remedy the trouble and as soon as 
the motor was fixed, I asked Andy if he would care to 
ride back with me. 

"Do me a favor. Let me take you to dinner. There's 
something I'd like to tell you that the old familiar sur- 
roundings would keep me from saying." We went to a 
little place — "Georgian's" — with red checked table 
cloths, guttering candlelight, a jar of bread sticks 
placed at the center of the table. A piano played softly 
in the background. 

We ordered dinner, and, while we were waiting to be 
served Andy began to tell me all I had wanted to 
know. He brought out into the open all my half- 
guessed truths, and petty fears. 

"I brought you here tonight to tell you the truth, 
Karen, about myself. I picked tonight, because I'm 
going away after Christmas, and I haven't much time. 
Not much time for — anything. I know you've won- 
dered about me, Karen. I don't care what anyone else 
thinks of me — I only care what you think." He was 
leaning forward now with an intense restlessness — a 
compelling force about him that drew me completely, 
irrisistibly into his confidence. 

"Don't interrupt me. If I say it through now — I'll 
never say it; to your or anyone, it's like this. I grew up 
in Detroit with my brother, Eddie, and my sister, 
Betty. It was always just we three. Eddie was the 
talented one in the family. He had the brains — particu- 
larly in his fingers. He'd been playing the piano ever 
since he could walk. He was going to be a concert 
pianist some day. Our parents died when we were just 
kids, so Betty and I quit high school to earn enough 
to support the three of us, Eddie kept on with his 
schooling, especially his music. We sent him through 
Julliard, and he was ready for the big time — composi- 
tions, concerts — and then it happened. 
DECEMBER • 1945 

Eddie was always a good kid, but maybe Sis and I 
spoiled him too much. Anyway, Eddie, as soon as he 
began to make a name for himself, started to live high. 
He got in with the wrong crowd — the parasitic type 
that bleed you dry. Fair-weather friends. One night 
he threw a big party. I guess they all had too much to 
drink. Anyway, an argument started between Clark 
Monroe, an obscure orchestra leader and Eddie over 
Monroe's singer, Evelyn Vaughn. The argument be- 
came more heated, and Eddie began to play, "Autumn 
Nocturne"on the piano, ignoring Monroe. Monroe 
saw red. He went over to the piano and slammed the 
lid down on Eddie's hands. The pain was so intense 
that Eddie just sat there in agony; he couldn't even 
move his hands from the keyboard. 

God, I can see them now. Monroe must have been 
crazy. Before anyone could stop him, he slammed the 
lid down again and again!!! My God!" 

Andy put his hand out blindly across the table and 
found mine. 

"Oh, Andy, you don't have to go on. I understand." 

But he blindly shook his head. 

"I was so dazed, for a minute I couldn't move. 
Then I realized the horrible thing Monroe had done. 
I grabbed him by the collar and shook him back and 
forth like a dog would shake a toy. And then I began 
to beat on him with my fists until he was unconscious. 
And then I flung him away from me. 

"They said — the police — that his head struck the 
sharp corner of a table. He was dead when the doctor 
arrived. When the doctor examined my borther's 
hands, he said that were was no hope. Eddie would 
never play the piano again. The jury was harsh that 
year. At eighteen I was to give up the next five years 
of my life in the State Prison. In that time I learned 
the mechanical trade by which I earn my living now. 
I received my parole from the Governor just in time to 
go home and see Eddie die — his hands — blood-poison- 
ing of some kind — not a chance. 

"I tried to enlist when the war began. They don't 
take men with prison records. But there is a remote 
island base in bad need of plane motor mechanics — 
ground crew — they're making an exception in my 
case. I leave the day after Christmas." 

We reached home at 12:30 that evening. We had 
walked, and talked until we were exhausted. There 
was one question, however, that I had not had the 
courage to ask before. As we went slowly up the stair- 
case, we reached the landing. Mom still hadn't put in 
the light. It was quite dark and I stumbled over a 
loose piece of carpet. Andy caught me as I fell, and 
I buried my face against his coat collar, mumbling — 

(Continued on page 8) 


— {Continued from page 6) 

"Why hadn't you told me all this before? I would have 

"I would have told you, but I was so afraid it 
would make a difference — it has with so many people. 
It would have been a terrible blow to me — a deeper 
hurt than any yet, if you had turned away on learning 
the truth. You see, Karen, I've fallen in love with 

Christmas Eve came all too soon. Andy would be 
going away in just one more day. We made the most 
of our short time left together. We trimmed the tree, 
Andy sitting astride the tall unsteady ladder as I 
handed up the balls to him. We heaped the gifts 
around the base of the tree. Andy lit the fire, and I 
sat down at the piano to play "Autumn Nocturne". 
As I played, Andy came up behind me and slipped 
something shiny and gold around my throat. 

"No, don't stop playing. This is my Christmas gift 
to you, Karen — my mother's locket. Wear it always 
and never forget me." 

"No, I'll never forget you and your story nor 
"Autumn Nocturne". 

"It's name should be changed." 

"You mean 'Autumn Nocturne'?" 
"Yes. It should be changed to 'Christmas Noc- 
turne' — a nocturne of peace, contentment, happiness." 

"For us, but as it should be for everyone." 

Eileen Lynch. 

CLUB NEWS— {Continued from page 2) 

Dinner, and the day of the regular Christmas Assem- 
bly. Two of the selections are the forever Christmas 
favorites: "The Shepard's Story" and "Angels O'er 
the Fields Were Flying". Less familiar but equally 
beautiful are the songs sung by the Jeannie Group — , 
"Babes So Tender", a Flemish carol arranged for 
girl's voices and the "Wassail Song" which is a 
Gloucestershire carol sung by mixed voices. Aside 
from these special numbers there are the ever loved 
Christmas carols for all to sing. 

Here's to a Merry Christmas for all and a Happy- 
New Year for those who survive that last minute 
shopping. "Happy Holiday". 

TEACHER'S SALARY {Continued from page 6) 

He goes on to tell about Flint, Michigan, where 
school teachers are started at $400.00 a year less than 
it starts its garbage collectors. And about Salt Lake 
City, where after 16 years of experience a teacher can 
attain a maximum salary of $2,724.00, while the dog- 
catcher earns $10,000.00 a year on a contract basis. 

Mr. Littell also tells of some students who, working 
part-time, make more money than their teachers. 

Such deplorable conditions will have to be corrected 
if the future citizens of the world are going to get the 
right start with a good education and we, as future 
teachers will have to work for and support any such 
committee that may be formed. 

"PEACE ON EARTH" {Continued from page l) 

volume, that are indications that we have passed 
through a number of national exigencies. We even 
have some documents that concern a world League of 
Nations, that show at least some thinkers were con- 
cerned with the post-war settlement of the first World 
War but with what success did this attempt meet? 
We fight the wars and win the battles but how hope- 
lessly we lose the peace. 

In the past we have fought our wars as if they were 
football games. When we're on the field and in action, 
we can play a good game of defense or offense. We can 
provide a strong line, smart plays, and come out with a 
winning score; but after the game, we're ready to go 
home. War and peace aren't as simple as sport. The 
rules of sportsmanship are superceded by engaging 
the fastest and most effective devices for annihilating 
our opponent. War is too grave a business to take 
many of the characteristics of healthy diversion, and 
peace is too sacred and rare to be taken as lightly as a 
report of sportive activity. 

Must the world go on scheduling competitive con- 
tests to see who has the greatest strength? What does 
attaining such capacity for endurance prove? Is a 
different type of strength needed to prepare a lasting 
peace? This time it's peace and security or total 
obliteration for the world as a whole. Man has done 
too effective a job in preparing his weapons of war. 
We are now faced with turning our most serious 
thought and action to developing the instruments of 
peace until they reach or surpass the advancements of 

This is our Peace, perhaps our last chance at making 
it a success — Are we ready for it? 


#f)rigtma£ '45 

Mother Nature spreads a blanket 

On the world so fair; 
Then the sleigh lulls start a-jingling 

In the crisp, clear winter air. 
For it is the Christmas season, 
And we have a better reason 
To thank God for all Hi' has given* 
He has showered us with bliss, 
We will priase Him, too, for this 
And lift up our hearts to heaven. 
But for all the little girls and boys, 
Whose only interest is in toys, 
Who do not realize the One above, 
He will keep the vigil still, 
Teach them of His faithful will, 
Lend to them and all the rest, 

His boundless love. 
But especially on this Yuletide, 
Now that the war has ceased, 
We raise our eyes to heaven and 

We thank our God for peace. 

Ginny Fr 


LIBRARY NEWS- \pantinued .from page 6) 

Harper, Wilhelmina, pomp.', The Gunniwold and Other 
Merry Tales, Phila., David McKay, 1936, $2.00. 

Hutchinson, Verbn^J* ed., Chimney Corner Stories, 
N. Y., Minton Ua'lch e^t'o., $2.50. 

Simkhovitch, Natasha, iflus., Merry Christmas (Col- 
lection of stories, poems, and songs), N. Y., Knopf, 

Harper, \Wfielmina_, comp., Merry Christmas To You, 
^MJ^f^itK'u'. 1935, S2.00. 
"Harper,'. Wilhelmina, comp., Easter Chimes, V Y., 


Dm ton. 1«)42. S2 

Walters, Maud Owens, ed., A Book of Christmas 
*$5tdries For Children, N. Y., Dodd, 1930. 



The Night Lights Went Out. 

Remember the dark eerie night that the lights went 
out in the dorm? Guess where the boys were? 

Seene:Second floor Newell Hall. 

A deep bass voice whispers — "Don, is that you? 
Where's the door?" 

Suddenly the still night is pierced by an ear split- 
ting scream. EEEEE-E-E-KKKK. Then a thud. (She 

The above incident was reported by a B.T.A. spy. 
It seems that on this night which was a very oppor- 
tune evening the Kottage Kids darkened their faces 
with brunt cork, put on their commando suits and 
invaded the dormitory. When the lights came back on 
they were caught red handed! Reading Edda Torr's 
love letters! The culprits were brought before the all 
high inquisition. The Grand Salami (judge) delivered 
the sentence. "To write an article for the Tower 
Light" — Better we should get the death sentence! 
(Ed. Note — / agree!) 



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The Tower Light Staff has always tried to en- 
courage the interest and patronage of the faculty and 
all articles and suggestions from this illustrious body 
have been most welcome. However, we of the staff, 
still felt the need of a greater faculty participation. 
We have fostered the hope that such a participation 
would evolve from an interest in our school publica- 
tion. This month we feel we have attained that peak 
of interest, accompanied by a sharing of responsibility, 
heretofore unknown to our magazine. With pride and 
joy, the Tower Light presents its first "Faculty Edi- 
tion", dedicated to, written and compiled by, and 
edited by our faculty for the enjoyment and enlight- 
enment of the student body. 

Especial thanks is given to Dr. Eunice Crabtree and 
Mrs. Helen Stapleton for their assuming the job of 
organizing and editing. 

S. T. C. — Past — Present — Future 

-• 1918-1945 •- 

aftermath of war, the elder folks of this genera- 
tion, a little boastful, a little nostalgic, talk of that 
other war met in the heyday of their youth. That war 
ended in 1918, this one in 1945, an interval of twenty- 
seven years to complete the evolution that brings us 
back to the starting place, older and wiser, and, with 
the gossipy inclination of the not-so-young, to draw 

We could compare manners and morals, music and 
painting, dress and hair cuts (hair-dos was an un- 
known word in 1918); or, in more serious vein we 
could discourse upon the differences of the two periods 
in strikes and cost of living, in politics and inter- 
national relations, or in conceptions of democracy. 
But let us turn from these discussions, and just for fun 
think of the then and now of our college. 

We were not the State Teachers College in 1918. 
We were the Maryland State Normal School — M.S. 
N.S. — in the vernacular of the students. We offered 
to high school graduates two years of preparation for 
teaching. To students entering from the second or 
third year of high school we offered academic prepar- 
ation for one or two years to precede the professional 
training. The war, then as now, had seriously depleted 
the teaching ranks. Fabulous salaries were paid for 
government clerks in Washington. Why be a teacher 
and work hard for small pay? This point of view so re- 
duced interest in teaching that the enrollment of the 
school had dropped to barely a hundred. In 1920 the 
State of Maryland elected a new governor, Albert C. 
Ritchie, who elected a new state superintendent of 
schools, Albert S. Cook, who appointed a new presi- 
dent of the State Normal School, Lida Lee Tall. These 
three dynamic persons launched a campaign to give 
to the state a trained teacher in every class room. 
With publicity programs, moving pictures, and in- 
creased salary scales the next year advertised educa- 
tion. Our school started with a bumper crop of pros- 
pective teachers and we entered a new era. 

In those days there was no Richmond Hall, no ele- 
mentary school building, no gymnasium. The needs 
met today by these fine buildings were fulfilled by the 
Administration Building. What a busy place it was 
with the elementary school, a large cafeteria and a 
kitchen in the basement; with athletic classes and 
games in the auditorium ; and with cubicles separated 
by draperies forming supplementary dormitories in 
JANUARY • 1946 

the north wing of the upper floor! Of the five rooms 
now forming the library only one was in use. The glen 
was a wilderness. There was no book shop. 

All these "have nots" suggest a dreary place, but 
it was not. The life of the school, then as now, was in 
the late teens. There was always eagerness in the air, 
a keen awareness of fun, a constant promise of the 
flower from the blossom. 

Apparently for the first time in its history it was a 
feminine school. No Eligible Eight lent masculine 
charm to classroom of campus. True, one boy arrived. 
He was given a room in the basement of Newell Hall. 
In the morning the window was open and the room 
was empty. The caged bird had flown. He was never 
seen again. 

But the following year four boys entered. There- 
upon was established that inner core of solidarity to 
which the individual male must cling in a world of 
women. If you doubt the strength of this centrifugal 
force observe the Three Musketeers of the present 
freshman class. Has one of them ever been seen to enter 
a class room alone? Or alone to breast the feminine tide 
that ebbs and flows through the corridors at noon hour? 

De Quincy has said that ten men united have the 
strength of a hundred. This idea of strength through 
unity started with that class of '23 and ever since has 
been a strong cementing influence. In these lean war 
years our enrollment for a while boasted only one man. 
He has survived and carried the tradition into our 
present student body. May the men increase and soon 
match our pre-war quota of eighty-five! 

Two of the most important events in the life of the 
college occurred in this "inter bella" period. In 1924 
the City Training School for Teachers merged with 
our school and our graduates from the city, also a few 
from the counties, became the teachers of Baltimore 
City. This merger practically doubled the enrollment. 
There were over a thousand students. Corridors 
echoed to thronging feet and the auditorium was 
crowded at assembly from stage to door. Time gradu- 
ally ironed out the surplus, also the second great event 
helped to stabilize the school to the needs of the city 
and the state. We became in 1935 a four year college, 
conferring the degree of Bachelor of Science upon our 
graduates. We were now of age scholastically. 

Between two wars we acquired, in addition to 
building and boys and in addition to numbers and 
distinction, a more beautiful environment for gracious 
living and a fine esprit de corps, growing largely from 

(Continued on page 10) 


of reconversion. We are all eager spectators of 
the nation's change from a war to a peacetime eco- 
nomy but our interest in reconversion hardly stops 
with economic readjustments. Reconstruction also 
can mean a change in the character and course of liv- 
ing. Viewed in this light there is hardly a person who 
doesn't have a personal task of reconversion 'to under- 
take. Total war has left us all with some important 
postponed aspect of living which we are determined to 

This wartime suspension of the genteel art of living 
has cast its devastating blight upon the student life of 
our college. It is something of a shock to realize that 
no present undergraduate has a first hand knowledge 
of our pre-war student life. Our present students only 
can sense an era of richer college living as they see the 
faithfulness with which our service men and women of 
the pre-war classes keep in touch with their college and 

There is scarcely a single phase of the pre-war ver- 
sion of student living that has escaped the crippling 
mutilation of war-time curtailment. A brief review of 
the struggle to keep alive something of the flavor and 
spirit of the pre-war campus may provide a better 
perspective for our present status. 

Student government was one of the first of the stu- 
dent organizations to face the struggle for survival. 
During the period 1939 to 1942 the S.G.A. had been 
completely reorganized, and just as the full impact of 
the new constitution was being tested the new govern- 
ment was all but swamped by the rapid reorganization 
of the college program. A bewildering series of prob- 
lems brought about by smaller classes, an accelerated 
program and a shrinking budget taxed the ingenuity 
of the student leaders to keep alive the hard-won 
gains for the cause of student government. 1942-43 
will always be remembered as the year of many presi- 
dents. Much credit must be given to the student 
leaders and their advisers who brought the S.G.A. 
through this stormy period without loss of power or 

As the war wore on student life gradually lost its 
vitality. College spirit depends upon an esprit de corps 
within the class groups, a self-realization of the class 
groups through interaction with other classes and the 
perpetuation of a body of traditions which sets the 
college apart as distinct and unique from all other 
colleges. War conditions tore savagely at these roots 
of college spirit. Let us read the record. 

In the past four years we have seen enrollment ab- 
normalities which have created an ever-changing 
series of startling class inter-relationships. Each of the 
college classes, from senior to freshman, has at one 
time or another assumed a marked numerical superi- 
ority to the others. We have seen the senior class out- 
number the freshman class by a ratio of two to one. 
We have had the unique experience of seeing as many 
as four different sets of freshmen enter during one 
single college year. In the halls it was not uncommon 
to hear one student inquire of another: "What class 
are you in?" Often the reply was: "I really don't 
know." The climax of incongruities was reached in 
September, 1944, when there were three different 
varieties of seniors in the college at the same time but 
no junior class at all. 

Still other changes added to the difficulty of keeping 
alive a vigorous program of student activities. The 
ratio of men to women students dropped from about 
1 in 5 to about 1 in 100. At one time the proportion of 
resident students to day students dropped to less than 
half the enrollment of the college. We were rapidly be- 
coming a "9 to 4" college. 

Suspensions of the most colorful and inspiring of the 
college celebrations and activities was especially dis- 
heartening. The loss of the men's activities left a gap 
which never could be filled. One by one other student 
activities followed into retirement. Reluctantly the 
students gave up College Play-Day in the fall, the 
orchestra, most of the class dances, the Old English 
Dinner at Christmas, much of the May Day pagentry 
and most of the colorful June Week activities of the 
senior class. 

Now that the war is behind us there are hopeful 
signs that the trend of events is at last being reversed. 
The present vigorous administration of the S.G.A. 
holds a promise not only of a reconversion but a 
renaissance of student social life and college activities. 
In this spirit it is to be hoped that the S.G.A. will 
seek not only to replace the suspended activities but 
that it will add activities or modify present practices 
to suit peculiar needs of our student body. 

Other organizations, too, are falling into line. The, 
present small but ambitious Senior Class has resolved 
to put back into June Week much of the sparkle and! 
brilliance traditionally associated with the occasion. 
The Dramatic Club shows evidence of coming to lifel 
and it is good to see an active Mens' Club once more. I 

Much of the hope for an early return of college color! 
and spirit must be invested in the Freshman Class., | 

{Continued on page 10) 


seventy-fifth anniversary of the founding of this 
college. I made the opening address at the Convoca- 
tion and called it "The First Hundred Years". I find 
it interesting and somewhat gratifying to read the 
latter part of that address in which I predicted for the 
next twenty-five years. Five of those years have now 
passed and we begin to realize the fulfillment of some 
of the predictions which I made. 

In that address I said, "It is with great apprehen- 
sion that I attempt to envisage the next quarter cen- 
tury. Basing our ideas of the next twenty-five years on 
the needs and demands which are apparent to us to- 
day, we can gauge the work which is ahead with some 
degree of assurance, some wishful thinking, some 
fanciful ideality." That statement is just as true today 
as it was five years ago. "The next twenty-five years 
should mark a period of change and rapid growth. 
New concepts of childhood education which we strug- 
gle to clarify today when we come face to face with the 
issues which threaten our democratic way of life will 
lead us to a way of teacher education which has not 
been tried before." 

The Teachers College of the next five years will 
make more rapid progress in the direction of the fore- 
going objective than that of the past five years. The 
new emphasis on child study which has received im- 
petus from the collaboration of those scientists who 
contribute to the sum total of our knowledge of human 
growth and development will make necessary a curri- 
culum in which all activities, all courses, are centered 
in a program of child study. When this is brought 
about, the dividing lines which we have always held 
between primary and intermediate and junior high 
and senior high school grades will disappear. There 
will be a single program of teacher education and the 
Teachers College will be a College of Education for 
Teachers, — not elementary teachers, nor high school 
teachers— just teachers. 

Further in the address there is the statement, 
"Respect for the individual must take on new mean- 
ings"; and again, "Respect for the individual means 
respect for the individual's rights and abilities of self 
direction." That concept of education has directed 
our progress in breaking from the traditional one-pro- 
gram-alike for all. Understanding of the worth of the 
individual must help always to determine the curri- 
cula for all levels of the educational system from 
nursery school through the grades and through college. 
The Teachers College curriculum of the future must 
provide opportunities for students to follow the bent 
JANUARY • 1946 

of their own potentialities. There is no real reason why 
all teachers should be cut to the same pattern nor kept 
in the same groove. Sameness is conducive to stagna- 

The Teachers College will continue to strive toward 
a program which provides for individual differences 
and recognizes that the greatest good comes from 
capitalizing these differences and helping students to 
discover their own potentialities, thus starting them on 
the way of self-direction. 

The curriculum will allow students more and more 
to select their own programs. There will be many 
electives from which they can choose and curricular 
and extra-curricular activities will be closely coordin- 
ated. Such a program implies a student body of six 
hundred selected students and a faculty of fifty in- 
structors, all authorities in the separate fields of 

The facilities at Towson will render greater and 
greater service to the State. The development of the 
curriculum laboratory as a service center for the 
teachers of the state will afford this college opportuni- 
ties for active pioneering, for leadership which it has 
long coveted. This leadership can be most vital in the 
field of research. Summer sessions will be devoted to 
the study of the educational problems of the teachers 
of the state. A new library building on the campus 
providing reading rooms, little theatre, studios, rooms 
for exhibits, and workshops will facilitate the realiza- 
tion of this goal. 

Opportunities for leadership will be afforded further 
by the erection on this campus of a radio transmitter 
operating on frequency modulation, which is to serve 
Baltimore and the area within a 45 mile radius of 
Towson. This radio station will be erected just as soon 
as manpower and materials are available. 

The gymnasium and the swimming pool will be 
instrumental in developing closer relations between 
the college and the alumni. 

The State's participation in a program of exchange 
of teachers for the purpose of building a basis for inter- 
national understanding will involve the utilization of 
the facilities of this college and do much to expand its 
sphere of influence and to render more fruitful its own 
productivity. Evantually there will be a program of 
student exchange, and Teachers College students will 
take some of their courses while spending a semester in 
a foreign land while a student from that land lives in 
her room in Newell Hall. 

(Continued on page 10) 



Deep in the Heart of Texas. A rural school in 
Texas gave Lucy Scott her start. There she learned to 
read by the A. B. C. method. With agility she read 
from large commercial wall charts and a basic reader. 
Later although no child classics were to be found in 
the classrooms, she read home copies of Dickens, 
Scott, and the Youths Companion magazine. 

Exercise Does It. Arthur Brewington can't re- 
call what he learned during his first year of school. 
However, he remembers vividly his entrance into for- 
mal education. The first day he ran around the school 
house three times pursued by his mother. On the third 
round his mother caught him and directed his course 
through the front door for a dramatic first appearance! 
His love of action is revealed in his early literary 
choices: The Little Brownie, Tom Swift, The Rover Boys 
and Tarzan. 

Listening In. Anita Dowell "listened in" on the 
reading lessons being taught to her older sister by her 
mother at home and surprised the family by learning 
to read, too. The excellence of the method is shown by 
the fact that before she was six years old she read from 
the Bible at Sunday School ! One of her early favorites 
was Little Women. 

Perhaps Minerva. Margaret Barkley can't re- 
member ever being unable to read, yet she doubts that 
she was born with the ability! Of course she means 
learning to read English — she can tell you all about 
learning to read Italian, but that's another story. 
Stevenson's Child's Garden of Verses was her first love 
in literature. 

X Marks The Spot. Hazel MacDonald's first task 
in the first grade was to write and say the alphabet. 
She was successful in writing all the letters until she 
came to X. She had to stay after school and labor over 
the X to make it stand up correctly and not look like 
a plus sign. She confesses to a passion for the Elsie 
Series, Black Beauty, and the Youths Companion. 

Literary Diversions. It all goes back to "before 
she was six" when Irene Steele's mother and sister 
read to her at home. Grimm's Fairy Tales and Long- 
fellow's Village Blacksmith were among the selections 
she enjoyed most. Then her first grade reading came 
along, and she learned easily. But when she had such 
unchallenging content as: "a boy, a bat — the boy, the 
bat," she found relief by quietly retiring under her 
desk to rest, or play, or think up better stories of her 

A Head Start. Joe West learned to read at four 
years of age. His parents, aunts, uncles, and older 
brothers were responsible for his early reading and 
appreciation of literature. No wonder with such a head 
start that at twelve he was reading Shakespeare (not 
Lamb's Tales) and Chaucer! 

By Aid of Apron Strings. Theresa Wiedefeld 
learned to read at home by following her mother 
around the kitchen asking for words as she encountered 
new ones in her book. In the first grade all reading was 
done orally — each child taking a turn. She was such a 
good reader that she read ahead of the class and con- 
sequently when she was called on she couldn't find the 
place. The book she remembered reading with 
greatest joy was The House of Seven Gables which she 
carried with her everywhere. 

A Dream Comes True. Donald Minnigan was 
taught the word method via phonics in an Illinois 
rural school. He loved to read Ernest Thompson 
Seton's nature stories and dream of the thrilling ad- 
ventures afforded the naturalist. Years later he had 
the rare good fortune of joining Seton's nature camp 
near Lock Raven and there he heard the author tell 
his own stories! 

Santa Clause Helped. This is the way Bernice 
Brouwer remembers learning to read her first word. 
As the Christmas season approached she enjoyed hear- 
ing her mother read The Night Before Christmas. She 
inquired about the picture of Santa writing on a long 
sheet of paper. After her mother explained that he was 
writing the names of all the good boys and girls to 
whom he'd take gifts, she said "I know my name is 
there." Her wise mother wrote "Bernice" on the page. 
From that day forward, she could read her name on or 
off the list. It is important to add that she was stand- 
ing in front of her mother at that time and learned her 
name up side down. No wonder she's such a good 
typesetter today! 

What A Blaze! William Hartley learned to read in 
the first grade. In no time he was the best reader in 
his class, but alas he also became teacher's number one 
problem boy. The books were too easy to take up his 
time, therefore he devoted his unlimited energy and 
versatility to non-curricular activities. His lack of 
interest in reading enabled him to be promoted by a 
very slim margin. So it continued until the day he 
read the story about a poor country boy who was left 
in the city. There upon the reading spark burst into 
flame and consumed The Little Match Girl, The Lone 



Scout, Horatio Alger, and 125 volumes of Tom Swift! 
And it seems to go on and on! 

Goes Down On Brown. Before Pearle Blood went 
to school she could read, write, and spell a goodly 
number of words which her older sister had taught 
her. On the first day of school she made a list of all the 
words she knew and submitted it to the teacher who 
promptly placed her in the top reading group. The 
only trouble she ever had was over the world "brown," 
and for failure to know it, she was kept after school. 
The first book she truly treasured was Grimm's Fairy 

Modern Methods. The success of the more recent 
methods of teaching reading is told by Mary Catherine 
Kahl. She learned to read sentences and paragraphs 
for the thought. The whole procedure was so pleasant 
that she can recall no hazards that first year. She only 
remembers enjoying very much the primer story The 
Little Red Hen. Another contemporary note in her 
report is that she loved to read the comics. 

Baby Reads Bible. In modern psychology we hear 
much of the need for "studying the infant" but we 
never hear of "the infant studying". Yet on our 
campus we find this phenomenon in the person of 
Stella Brown. At the age of two (so her parents told 
her) she could say her letters and identify them in the 
Bible! This early success did not turn her head as is 
demonstrated by the practical nature of the story she 
liked best in her Butler's First Reader: Beth and Nell 
Are Playing Washday. 

From A Linen Mother Goose. Dorothey Berg- 
ner's reading interests had their beginning in a copy of 
Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes printed on linen which 
she enjoyed when she was a very little girl. It was a 
wonderful book, for it could be played with, slept with, 
and even put through the wash ! Later she was an avid 
reader of Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, The Five 
Little Peppers, and Hans Brinker. 

Way Out West. Anna Baker's brothers taught her 
to spell some words before she was of school age. Her 
success with "candy" and "Daddy" made them very 
proud. She attended a village school in North Dakota 
where the oral reading method was in vogue. She and 
her seat-mate cooperated in keeping the place! Later 
Polly Anna and her brother's, Boys Scout Series were 
her favorites for home reading. 
JANUARY • 1946 

Not Big Enough. Jane Daniels learned her 3 R's 
at home from her older sister. On the first day at 
school she was asked to write the multiplication table 
on her slate. She cried when she found the slate too 
small to hold all she knew! She loved reading, and 
after enjoying all the books for children, she began on 
adult fiction. Among her favorites were the Elsie 
books and Scarlet Pimpernel. 

The Call of the Wild. Compton Crook's school- 
teacher mother taught him to read at home before he 
began his school career. He didn't learn his letters 
first, but began by learning words. He wrote the new 
ones each day on his slate. After he was introduced to 
the Jungle Books and Tarzan he became a voracious 
reader of nature and adventure stories, and his family 
said that he literally read all the time. 

When Pupil Turns Teacher. Hazel Woodward 
entered the first grade when she was four years old. 
She was puzzled about the primer — on one page she 
found the picture of a dog with a bird in his mouth. 
She felt sorry for the bird and spent all afternoon try- 
ing to find out what the list of words under the picture 
said. After a time she must have realized that she 
was making little progress with the word method, for 
she invented a kind of thought method for herself. It 
worked, and reading was fun! 

Inticed By Sweets. In the 18th Century Basedow 
advocated the gingerbread method. The dough was 
shaped into forms of the letters. After learning a letter, 
the reader could eat it. How superior was the method 
used by Mary Bulkley's first grade teacher in a Ne- 
braska rural school ! There the children read a charming 
story Candy Land. Could such words as "home, tree, 
and toy," be difficult if the child visualized them made 
of candy? Perhaps our doctor received at that time her 
interest in diet as well as in reading! 

Homer Behind Bars. Although Emma Weyforth 
learned to read at school, her literary appetite was 
whitted at home by listening to her father read aloud. 
Early favorites were Emmy Lou, Eugene Field's 
poems, and Dickens. She liked very much the tales 
from Homer, but was curious as to why he had been 
imprisoned. Whenever her father or teacher men- 
tioned the bard Homer, she imagined the poor man 
behind bars. Some time later when she saw the word, 
the mystery was solved ! 

(Continued on page 11) 



▼ m J up to their ears in war work. If you don't 
believe it, consider these facts: Captain Crook was 
with the U. S. Office of Special Services doing top- 
drawer secret stuff. Mr. Minnegan was called by his 
country to serve as Civilian Consultant on the Recrea- 
tional Program in the European Theatre of Opera- 
tions. Dr. Brewington was an aircraft inspector at the 
Glenn L. Martin Co., Walther and West took off their 
air-raid warden's helmets and bade good bye to 
Civilian Defense. Dr. Dowell was on the job as a 
hospital aide and nurses librarian. Miss Roach won 
the honor of blood doner, par excellence. Miss Barkley 
looked extremely charming in her Red Cross uniform 
as she served faithfully at the Blood Donor's Center. 
President Wiedefeld did her bit in the Nurse's recruit- 
ing Board. Miss Yoder served as a faithful corres- 
pondent with our boys and girls in service, and kept 
the college wartime scrapbook. Miss Weyforth took 
her Glee Club to USO's and camp shows to lighten the 
moments of the armed forces. Dr. Bergner was busy 
with research on synthetic rubber. Mrs. Brouwer 
worked in a printing plant in her spare time wearing a 
government badge and turning out high priority 
material. Miss Bersch, Daniels and Scott served on 
the local Rationing Board doing their part in a vital 
wartime service. 

No note of the wartime service of the STC faculty 
would be complete without paying tribute to all those 
who stuck to their wartime jobs of teaching. The 
college served in an indespensible capacity during the 
war by maintaining its teacher education functions. 
Teachers were badly needed and the college worked 
diligently to answer this need. Faculty members car- 
ried on at home by carrying heavy loads. Often there 
was only one member of a department left to carry on 
the work in that subject. We would not detract from 
the honor and glory of those who did their part in the 
armed services, or in industry, but honor and recogni- 
tion is also due to those who "carried on" on the home 

And now that the war is over! Will the faculty rest 
on their laurels? Not if they are to be judged by past 
performances. Dr. Crabtree, whose series of elemen- 
tary school readers are among the best sellers in their 
field, will continue with her writing, and perhaps even 
find time to play the flute. Dr. West, another of 
STC's eminent authors is busy on another book, but 
not so busy that he can't keep his hand in at pottery 
making and playing the guitar. Miss Blood is busy 
revising her Geography of Maryland. Dr. Walther 

and President Wiedefeld are working on a series of 
standardized tests in Geography. Dr. Brewington, 
whose publications in speech education have contri- 
buted greatly to the field, may find time to contribute 
his basso profoundo to one of Baltimore's leading 
choral societies. Mrs. Stapleton, who has written 
many plays and pageants, will again set her trusty pen 
to paper and create vehicles for our dramatic society. 
Dr. Dowell, whose health bulletins published by the 
Metropolitan Life Insurance Company have been used 
by countless teachers, may again be able to do some 
of the globe-trotting which she loves so well. (This list 
is becoming so extended that I had better start a new 

Take a long breath and read on. The diversified 
interests and remarkable talents of our faculty can be 
seen by the following samplying of hobbies: Miss 
Baker collects antiques and china, Mrs. Brouwer de- 
signs hats, Mr. Moser does geological research and 
makes ship models, Miss Bersch sews beautifully, Miss 
Yoder is the outstanding teller of children's stories in 
the Western Hemisphere, Miss Woodward's hand- 
made aprons, quilts and tablecloths are things of 
beauty and a joy forever, Miss Brown is a world 
traveler, recipe collector, and gardner extraordinary, 
Dr. Dowell is an ornithologist of note, Mr. Walther 
raises the nicest flowers in Baltimore, Mr. Minnegan's 
clay modeling makes Epstein look amateurish, Mr. 
Crook is a National Park Ranger in the summer time 
who makes all of nature his hobby, Miss Roach is 
Cullerton's closest rival at contract bridge, Dr. 
Bulkley collects stamps, Miss Kahl studies Russian, 
Miss Holt collects anything that looks like a frog, Miss 
MacDonald is a voracious reader and a pianist on a 
par with Iturbi. 

Modesty forbids that we mention that ex-chief 
petty officer in the Coast Guard who fought the battle 
of Baltimore, collects blondes, brunetts and redheads, 
noted for his quiet sox, ties, and sweaters, whose 
writings have puzzled the educational world for 
twenty years and whose initials are William H. 

TEACHERS COLLEGE-( Continued 'from page 3) 

The future is rich in possibilities for the State 
Teachers College at Towson. With sufficient vision 
and opportunity to develop our potentialities this 
should be the outstanding college on the eastern sea- 

M. Theresa Wiedefeld. 


Try matching the deeds and the doers. Answers on page 10. 

18. Is equally fond of frogs and shopping. ( ) 

1. Shakes a wicked foot, and can spin a wild tale in 
song or verse. ( ) 

2. Was once a Y. M. C. A. secretary. ( ) 

3. Gathered rocks from each county in Maryland, 

and built a fireplace for her summer home. It 
draws, too. ( ) 

4. Once aspired to being a flutist, and can still trill a 

recognizable tune. ( ) 

5. Can raise the roof, and perhaps more, with the 

rebel yell. ( ) 

6. Sings southern ballads and strums his own banjo. 

( ) 

7. Can shingle a roof, and do assorted kinds of car- 

penter and repair work. ( ) 

8. Is studying Russian. ( ) 

9. Taught a Sunday School class of nearly one 

hundred midshipmen. ( ) 

10. Cans and preserves her garden products. ( ) 

11. Found Washington Square interesting during her 

days at N. Y. U. ( ) 

12. For recreation enjoys the symphony and ballet. 

( ) 

13. Knows well the rocks and geological formations 

of Maryland. ( ) 

14. Can plan menus and prepare dishes of which the 

Waldorf-Astoria might be proud. ( ) 

15. Is a philatelist with a particularly fine collection 

of U. S. stamps. ( ) 

16. Teaches sailing and only occasionally capsizes. 

( ) 

17. Likes to train birds and "Mr. Micawber" was her 

prize pupil. ( ) 

JANUARY • 1946 

19. Sings bass and was a member of a college choir. 

( ) 

20. Makes artistic flower arrangements and would 

love to garden if she had time to do it. ( ) 

21. Sews a fine seam and creates aprons with eye 

appeal. ( ) 

22. Was president of the State Federation of Business 

and Professional Women. ( ) 

23. Has an artistic bent and can draw and sketch with 

skill and creativeness. ( ) 

24. Haunts the antique shops for furniture and old 

china. ( ) 

25. Is an exceptionally fine pianist whom we can't 

hear too often. ( ) 

26. Organized details for office management of the 

State Retirement System. ( ) 

27. Can perform a fire dance with skill and grace. 

( ) 

28. Always has a broad knowledge of worthwhile 

articles in current magazines. ( ) 

29. Was a forest ranger in Rocky Mountain National 

Park. ( ) 



























































Hands of men builded of brick and stone 

A school — and placed it clean in the wind 

On a hill. 

Deep silence followed clamor. 

The school looked quietly out 

On the hills hugging their purpose, 

On the shimmering green of summer mists; 

Felt the tingeing of autumn leaves, 

And held close the deep joy of nights alone. 

Outside — nature. 

Inside the long new halls — a loneliness 
Echoes of the first footfalls — thin and hollow. 
Soon came a thronging of echoes, 
Came work and children's laughter. 
Something began to stir within the building — 
A slow clumsy awakening to a spirit. 
All loneliness fled. 

It seemed as though in two great kind hands 

Was held a low light — shielded. 

And a voice from the mists of all Beginnings 

Cried, "Here is a building. 

You who are rich with understanding 

And wise in the ways of beauty 

Make of this a holy place." 

Marguerite Simmons. 

This poem was written by Marguerite Simmons, when 
she was a student, for the dedication service of the 
Lida Lee Tall School. 

Looking Out The Window 

The smoke rises straight up and then moves slowly 
off into the sky. It is dark in color as it rises, and then 
fades to lighter tones as it drifts away. 

Ambition is like the smoke, takes us straight up, 
strong in feeling but slowly relaxes becoming weaker. 

To keep ambition strong, the spark which started 
the feeling must be rekindled and not allowed to burn 



naire to the faculty inquiring into their reading 
interests. They were asked to report on the musts, 
the books no one should miss, to compile into a reading 
list for the students. The returns were so copious there 
is not space for them here. However there follows a 
list of ten contemporary writers, favorites of the 
faculty, arranged alphabetically with one or more of 
their works. With how many of these writers are you 

Buck, Pearl: The Good Earth, Sons, Dragons Teeth. 

Cather, Willa; Death Comes for the Archbishop, My 

Galsworthy, John: The Forsythe Saga. 

Hardy, Thomas: The Return of the Native. 

Hemingway, Earnest: A Farewell to Arms, For 
Whom the Bell Tolls. 

Lewis, Sinclair: Main Street, Babbit. 

Maygham, Somerset: Of Human Bondage. 

O'Neill, Eugene: Nine Plays. 

Steinbeck, John: Of Mice and Men. 

Shaw, George Bernard: Man and Superman. 

Founder's Day 

January 15, 1886, the State Teachers College at 
Towson held special exercises on Sunday, January 
the thirteenth. Though the college has reached the 
venerable age of four score years, the program for this 
celebration gave special emphasis to the year the State 
Normal School was moved from Baltimore to Towson 
thirty years ago. 

Members of the class of nineteen sixteen, served as a 
committee to make plans for the program and selected 
the theme, "Reminiscences and memories of Thirty 
Years at Towson." 

Dr. Mary Braun, Miss Lillian Rodenhi and Miss 
Rhea Kraus, of the Class of 1916, told of traditions 
which had their origin in the first year at Towson, 
the curriculum of thirty years ago, and the first year 
of dormitory living. Rt. Rev. Joseph M. Nelligan, 
now rector at the Cathedral in Baltimore, pictured the 
grounds on which the college stands, the York Road, 
and parts of Towson, as he recalled them before the 
Normal School came to Towson. Monsignor Nelligan 
had lived with his parents at Glen Esk, in the house 
which is now the home of the college president. 

President Wiedefeld, who presided, made clear that 
the site selected and purchased for the Normal School 

— {Continued on page 11) 


many small out-lying communities on the highway 
between Memphis and Little Rock. For years before 
the highway was constructed it lay quiet and una- 
wakened — a mere cross-road in a flat region sur- 
rounded by well-tilled cotton fields and muddy, red 
clay roads. With the construction of the modern high- 
way, many of the citizens of Procter moved their 
humble, frame houses closer to the road so they might 
observe the passing traffic — the only amusement the 
gossipy housewives enjoyed to pass the time from sun- 
up to sunset. Some of the few enterprising merchants 
moved their stores and small cafes into a single line 
along a small stretch of road. To the casual summer 
traveler between Memphis and Little Rock, Procter, 
Arkansas was no more than a line of small, drab frame 
buildings which passed quickly by his speeding eye as 
he hurried on to the city. 

Back from the highway and up a small, red dirt 
road was the neat and clean home of Sibyl Hughes. 
She had lived in Procter all of her life — a span of some 
fifty-five years — and left her house only to buy some 
groceries at Sol Horseman's General Store on the high- 
way or to attend the Sunday services, morning and 
night, at the small Methodist Church, a country block 
away from her home. For it was in this church that 
her father had had his "funeral sed" when she was just 
a girl, and at whose altar she had "got religion" dur- 
ing one of the old-fashioned revivals which swept the 
country-side a few years after his death. Sibyl had 
lived alone by the side of the narrow, red dirt road all 
of her life. She seldom appeared at a neighbors home; 
and whether by choice or by purpose (no one knew), 
she did not even amuse herself with the playful gossip 
of the wives of the village. In fact, Sibyl Hughes led 
to all outward eyes a solitary but exemplary life — an 
example to all of the young girls of Procter, Arkansas. 

For years, Sibyl's only amusement was the radio — 
a small powerful model for which she had saved many 
months before she ordered it from the mail order house 
in Memphis and which now occupied a prominent, al- 
most sacred place in her tidy living room. Though she 
followed daily the morning programs broadcast from 
Memphis and enjoyed the serial dramas the most, 
there was one afternoon program she never missed. 
This program she accidentally discovered on a Sunday 
afternoon following a very emotional and soul-stirring 
message on heaven delivered by the local Methodist 
parson. And it was by accident because in a moment 
of religious elation, she turned her radio dial away 
JANUARY • 1946 

from its usual Memphis wave-length and caught a 
station to which she had never listened before. Such a 
wonderful program it was! Never before had Sibyl 
Hughes heard such wonderful music and such beauti- 
ful voices. Every succeeding Sunday afternoon saw 
Sibyl listening enraptured to her two o'clock concert. 
Though she mentioned the program rather guardedly 
to Sol Horseman one morning, he never was able to 
tune in on the concert; and on one Sunday afternoon 
she almost abruptly pushed poor Mrs. Thomas out of 
the house because Mrs. Thomas interrupted her dur- 
ing the time she was listening to her glorious concert. 
Mrs. Thomas just shook her head, trudged back to her 
home along the red dirt road, and muttered to her- 
self, "Sibly shouldn't listen to that radio so much — 
she shoulda married years ago." 

On one Sunday afternoon shortly after our story 
began, Sibly returned from church and expectantly 
waited for her concert program to begin. She dialed to 
the 1200 cycle on which it usually appeared and sat 
down to enjoy the heavenly music — but no music and 
no beautiful voices greeted her accustomed ear. In its 
place a Memphis announcer commented on the news 
of the day and played a few disagreeable records 
to pass the time away. Try as she would Sibyl 
could not find this wonderful program; so after con- 
siderable turning and twisting of the dial, she turned 
disgustedly to the tasks of preparing her Sunday din- 
ner and resolved to make her first visit to Memphis 
the following day. 

John Lindsey, the manager of Memphis station, 
WMC, was busily looking over his morning mail and 
studying the radio programs for the week, when his 
secretary walked into his modern office and an- 
nounced an early visitor, for he didn't expect anyone 
to confer with him at 8:30 in the morning. "You say 
her name is Sibyl Hughes from Procter, Arkansas?" 
he inquired of his secretary. "All right, show her in." 

Sibyl entered without hestitation — in fact, with 
some abruptness that rather puzzled Mr. Lindsey. 
She refused his offer of a chair and walked straight to 
the side of his long mahogany desk. Before he could 
inquire of her the business for which she had come, 
Sibyl demanded curtly, "Mr. Lindsey, I have come to 
take your position." 

Now John Lindsey was a business man accustomed 
to logical business dealings. He knew some of the 
peculiarities of human nature for he had from time to 
time found it necessary to assuage the sensitive feel- 

(Continued on page 12) 


1918-1945 — {Continued from page 1) 
the student government organization and from a 
strong teaching staff. Many that we love have left us. 
To them our hearts reach out in fond memories and 
devotion. Many that we love have come to us. We ap- 
preciate their fine adjustments and contributions. 
They are helping us to meet with hope and eagerness a 
new world still in its birth throes. What the future 
holds for teachers and in particular, for our college, no 
one knows. But we do know that we shall take our 
place courageously and forcefully in that brave new 

So here we are, in spite of the changes and material 
growths of twenty-seven years, still very much the 
same. We are still bubbling with enthusiasm, alert for 
the new, consumed with curiosity, surcharged with 
energy and eager for work. In fact we are still in our 
late teens. Sixteen to twenty we were those many 
years ago and sixteen to twenty we still are. Sixteen 
to twenty we shall always be. By what alchemy does 
time stand still. Ponce de Leon spent his whole life 
in search of the Fountain of Youth. But we, who teach 
at the State Teachers College, have found it here with- 
in our doors, and may drink each day at the fountain 

Helen Stapleton. 


— {Continued from page 2) 
The very presence of such a fine, large class suggests 
that enrollment abnormalities are rapidly coming to an 
end. The quality of the class membership gives 
further cause for hope. The frankness and confidence 
with which the freshmen attack their individual pro- 
blems, the presence of many promising leaders, and the 
ease with which the freshmen meet their social obliga- 
tions all offer indications of a class which will make its 
presence felt in the years to come. 

No one is more eager to see a rich and colorful 
student life than the members of our faculty. They 
are eager and willing to help but it is not in their 
power to give esprit de corps, the pleasures of good 
fellowship or the satisfactions of harmonious group 
living. In these things the students themselves must 
take the initiative. More power to them ! 

More from Other Colleges 

Banner October 31, 1945: "There never was such 
a week at Ward Belmont School, as students will 
joyously admit and school officials will wearily sigh. 
For, in order to meet the $21,000 goal set up for the 
Victory Loan all precedent was cast to the winds". 

All positions on the administrative staff were turned 
over to student Bond buyers for a week. Most daring 
of all, men students were enrolled for a week by the 
President pro tempore! 

Radios blared in the library: girls smoked in re- 
stricted areas, wore shorts and bluejeans to classes. 
But the results ($11,000 toward the school goal) were 
worth it, according to students and faculty members. 

Answers to- — How Well 

Do You Know Your Faculty? 

— {Continued from page 7) 
If you make a score of 28, you must be a genius; 
25-27 is excellent; 20-25, good; below 20, you need to 
know the faculty better. 

21— yy 

22— h 

23— x 

24— a 


26— b 

27— r 

28— w 

29— k 


11— t 

2 — n 


\J Ji/JC 



14— g 

5 — u 

15— i 

6 — y 








10 — m 

20— zz 

Harold Moser. 


War Bond News 

Northern State Teachers College, Aberdeen, South 
Dakota rallied local merchants, the radio station, and 
student poster artists to put over a home-talent show 
for the Loan. Majorettes from the college collected 
pledges, sold Bonds during intermission. 



— (Continued from page 5) 

Roll Out The Barrel. Clarice Bersch learned 
her letters at home on an alphabet barrel. She turned 
the handle and named the letter as it rolled into view. 
From her first grade reader she remembers this page, 
"This is Spot. She is my cat." Her favorite picture 
book was Stanley and Livingston in Africa. Whether 
the barrel method was responsible or not we do not 
know, but before she was nine years old she was read- 
ing and enjoying Dickens. 

A Realistic Reminiscence. Curt Walther re- 
members that in the first grade he was called an ex- 
cellent reader, but he says it was due to a good 
memory. He is convinced that he didn't really learn 
to read (to attach words and meanings) until he was in 
the third grade! He had great ability in reading from 
his primer "with expression" which he achieved by 
looking at the page and reciting its contents from 
memory. The first page said "Fanny has a fan. Can 
Fanny fan Dan? Fanny can fan Dan." It is not sur- 
prising that with this start he became a reading fan! 

The Solution. Now we know why Mary Betty 
Roach likes mystery stories so well. Flask-backs on her 
earliest reading activities reveal a precocious apprecia- 
tion of all nursery rhymes, particularly Who Killed 
Cock Robin? "Ding Dong Dell, Pussy's in the Well, 
Who put her in?" (but Mary Betty aged five knew 
who did it). And don't think she didn't know who was 
going to sit down beside Little Miss Muffet on her 
turret, or what Old Mother Hubbard would find in her 
cupboard, and why the dish ran away with the spoon! 

Rocking Chair Method. Helen Stapleton learned 
to read when she was very young. She sat on the arm 
of her great aunt Mary's rocking chair and followed 
the lines as she listened to the charming stories of 
Kitty and Lulu. She was tutored at home and did not 
attend a public school until she was ten years of age. 
She was entered in the 5th. grade, but completed both 
5th. and 6th. grades during that year. In the living 
room of her home were long book shelves of Dickens, 
Thackery, Irving, and Cooper. Before she was twelve 
years old, she had read across these shelves! 

Between Two Dames. We are not surprised to 
note the scholarly reading of Harold Moser today 
when we consider the impetus he received from his 
first grade teacher. His first grade classroom was 
equipped with double desks and benches — each occu- 
JANUARY • 1946 

pied by two girls or two boys. His teacher had an 
ingenius method of punishing inattentive boys. When 
one let his mind and eyes wander from his reader, he 
had to "sit with a girl." One time little Harold was 
particularly inattentive, so she doubled the punish- 
ment by making him sit between two girls! He says he 
utterly collapsed but after that day, he had no diffi- 
culty in concentrating on his work. 

Found Fun In Phonics. Eunice Crabtree had 
learned to read before she attended school, but not 
according to the sound-it-out and say-it method, 
which she found her first grade teacher using. In a 
short time she caught on; then she waited for a choice 
opportunity to display her new knowledge. Her great 
moment came in a demonstration lesson of the phonetic 
method. After much waving of the hand, she was 
called on. She rose to her feet and distinctly sounded 
out "p-i-g" and then said "hog"! At the close of the 
day the teacher and principal asked her to read to 
them from some second grade books. What we wonder 
is whether her creative phonics caused her to be moved 
up a grade or whether she was wise in choosing her 
chance for humor. 

Eunice K. Crabtree. 


-(Continued from page 8) 

was composed of several estates, The Nelligan property 
was on the north and extended to the York Road. 
South of the Nelligan estate was the Allen property 
which had as its residence the building that the college 
named "The Cottage." The land where the Admin- 
istration Building now stands and the surrounding 
campus were fields of this estate. Smaller tracts to 
the West near the railroad tracks came from the 
Sheppard Pratt Hospital and the Bosley estate. A 
roadside tavern, called the Six-Mile House, occupied 
the southeast corner of the site. 

After the exercises in the Auditorium tea was served 
to the guests and faculty in the President's offices. 
Members of the Class of 1916 who acted as hostesses 
were Miss Irma Cromwell, president of the class of 
1916, Mrs. Ada Cunningham Horst, Mrs. Dora Will 
Knierim, Mrs. Ruth Wright Miller, Mrs. Helen 
Steever Rau, and Miss Evelyn Ditman. 

Dr. Anita S. Dowell. 



— (Continued from page 9) 
ings of some of his radio artists, but never before had 
anyone entered his office and demanded of him his 
position. Startled at first by Sibyl's earnestness and 
then curious about the little woman who stood so 
straight in front of him, he replied, "But Miss Hughes, 
I am manager here. No one can demand my job." 

Sibyl did not move one wrinkle in her small worn 
face or budge one inch from her position. In just as 
definite a tone, she answered, "If you don't let me take 
your position, I'm goin' to sue you!" 

By this time the manager's curiosity about Sibyl's 
mission had overcome his surprise. When his secretary 
looked into his office, he waved her away and inquired 
of his visitor, "Please tell me, Miss Hughes, why you 
are going to sue me." 

Sibyl moved to one side of the manager's desk and 
in just as earnest a tone as she had first used, she ex- 
claimed, "Because, Mr. Lindsey, you cannot control 
the wave-length of your radio station. Yesterday 
afternoon you moved your wave-length into my 
favorite radio station and cut off the program of 
beautiful angel voices which I hear every Sunday 
afternoon at two o'clock." 

The manager's first reaction to Sibyl's reply was con- 
trolled by the stern appearance of his morning visitor 
from Procter. Though a surge of laughter suffused 
him, he allowed only a small smile to cut across his 
face. Realizing the nature of his present situation and 
at last able to understand wny he had been confronted 
by so strange a demand, he proceeded to explain to 
Sibyl Hughes, as best he could, how impossible it was 
for the wave-length of Station WMC to cross the 
wave-length of the program with the angel voices. 

Sibyl listened attentively but without changing her 
erect position. She nodded from time to time and 
allowed the manager to complete his explanation. 
Finally she stepped toward the office door and said, 
"Very well, Mr. Lindsey. I can understand how the 
situation was yesterday. But do you promise me that 
you will never again allow your wave-length to cross 
my radio program?" 

He looked at the small intent woman outlined in the 
doorway, and in his most serious manner, he replied, 
"I do." 

Sibyl Hughes returned to Procter as quietly as she 
had left it. Her curious neighbors inquired about her 
trip but they never learned the cause or the nature of 
it. She still enjoys the concert of angel voices at two 
o'clock on every Sunday afternoon, though even now, 

at every four or five months interval, she makes a trip 
to Memphis to caution Mr. Lindsey about the 
crossed wave-length of Radio Station WMC. 

Arthur W. Brewington. 

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centrated on this policy which won for us the Treasury 
Press award." 

The Victory Loan at CCLA was inaugurated with a 
special Bond issue, complete with stories of the Victory 
Bond activities of every club, organization and group 
on campus. In addition to complete activity coverage 
this issue was stuffed with Bond applications. 

Evidence that other colleges have decided upon the 
same policy of service to community and student 
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Helen McCutcheon 

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Mary T. Smith 

Catherine Comstock 


Edith Roby 

Rosalie Nichols 

Jean Bennett 

Edith Paul 

Shirley Morelock 

Virginia Stormfeltz 

Contributing Editors 

Peggy Crump 

Jane Dowling 

Virginia Spalding 

Mary Lou Wallace 

Eileen Lynch 


Virginia Franz 

Mildred Levy 

Bernice Schugar 

Dorothy Miller 

Sports Corner 

Mildred Mosier 

Caroline Kennedy 

The Challenge 

Barbara Whitehurst 

Helen Nitkoski 

Shirley Vance 

Men's Club 

Norman Schneider 

Donald Hammerman 

Presley Sapp 


Ilia Leonard 

Dorothy Ecker 

Reita Friedman 

Mary Lou Wallace 

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Evelyn Morris 

Welcome To Our New Students 

the students and faculty of S. T. C. most heartily 
welcomes the newest members of the student body. To 
those of you who are here for the first time, we say, 
we hope you will enjoy your stay here at Towson and 
will become active in our various activities. To those 
of you who are returning to resume your studies here, 
we say, we're glad you're back. We've missed you and 
are looking forward to your participation in the many 
phases of our college life. 

If things seem strange and different don't hesitate 
to question "why" or "how". There may or may not 
be a logical reason. Nevertheless, we want your sug- 
gestions and need your help in getting our Alma Mater 
on apost-war footing. This is your school, now, so join in 
and let'sall help to improveand build. Welcome to youall! 




valentine, a blushing "I do", a winning smile, or 
a friendly nod ; there is romance in life. That we cannot 
deny. But have we in this fast-moving generation 
forgotten that youth has a premium on romance? Or 
better still, do we put this romance into our daily lives? 
Romance, then, particularly the romance of little 
things, is a challenge of youth. 

The "romance of little things" is a very inclusive 
topic to be sure. It includes such things as disposition, 
attitude, and all those small acts of kindness which we 
do for others as "we would have done unto ourselves." 
What is more unromantic than a long, unsmiling (and 
unbecoming) face, whether the day is gloomy or not? 
Is there anything that can be said in favor of the "oh, 
what's the use" or "it's not worth the effort" type of 
peison? These are so unromantic as to be almost 
revolting. And what of those who "look the other 
way," or just "don't see," or "haven't the time" when 
an opportunity to be kind and helpful, though tangibly 
unrewarded, presents itself? 

Cheerfulness, optimism, kindness, helpfulness — 
these should certainly be written into our code for 
youth. Search for lomance along these highways and 
we will surely find it. Watch the sparkle in the eyes of 
an elder who has lived to the full in youth as he re- 
counts, "Now, when I was young . . .". Here we have 
visual proof of the effectiveness of our code for youth. 
What further proof do we need? Let us energetically 
accept this challenge of youth — to find the romance in 
little things. And when we no longer claim youth as 
ours, let us remember that whereas youth is romance, 
the reverse is likewise true. Romance is always young. 



Professional Schools for Teachers will hold its 
annual spring conference March 14 and 15, 1946, in 
New York City at the Hotel Commodore. Students as 
well as faculty members of the teachers colleges in the 
eastern states will attend the meetings. 

The conference as now planned will open with a 
faculty luncheon on Thursday, March 14, at 12 noon. 
Small group meetings for faculty members will be held 
that afternoon and the following morning. 

The student discussion groups will start at 2 P. M., 
Thursday and will continue through that afternoon 
and Friday morning. The program for these meetings 
is being arranged by a student-faculty committee 
under the chairmanship of Dr. Roland Will of New 
Paltz, N. Y. Dr. Will has announced that his com- 
mittee is endeavoring to select problems for discussion 
which are most challenging and interesting to present 
day college students. Working with Dr. Will on his 
committee are: Dr. Grace Taylor, Jersey City, N. J.; 
Dean Ruth Haas, Danbury, Connecticut; Florence 
Braemer, Jersey City, N. J.; Joan C. Goetz, New 
Paltz, N. Y. ; and Claire Kelley, Danbury, Conn. 

The high spot of the conference will be the general 
luncheon for students and faculty Friday noon, March 
15. An eminent speaker is being sought for this oc- 
casion, and the a cappella choir of the State Teachers 
College, Trenton, N. J., will furnish music for the 

Owing to the war, there was no meeting of the 
association in 1945; it was only after assurances from 
the ODT that the ban on conventions was completely 
lemoved that the board of control of the association 
considered holding the 1946 spring conference. The 
Board urges that students and faculty members make 
hotel reservations for the conference at once; for al- 
though demands on hotels are easing to some extent, 
it is still practically impossible to obtain rooms without 
reserving them far in advance. 

The Eastern States Association of Professional 
Schools for Teachers is the only large professional 
association in which students paiticipate extensively 
in the meetings. Students have always had a large 
share in the activities of the association, and this year 
there were student delegates present at the October 
meeting of the Board of Control when the plans were 
made for the coming spring conference. This is the 
first time that joint meeting of undergraduates and 
faculty members has enabled the students to take part 
in conference plans from the beginning. The student 

representatives of the Board of Control in October 

Pearl Puska, President of School Government Co- 
operative Association, State Teachers College, Willi- 
mantic, Conn. 

Margaret McCarthy, student, University of Dela- 
ware, Newark, Delaware. 

Anne Lippincott, student representative, Wilson 
Teachers College, Washington, D. C. 

Frances E. Proter, student, State Teachers College, 
Farmington, Maine. 

Shirley E. Butler, student, Coppin Teachers College, 
Baltimore, Md. 

Florence E. Braemer, President of Psychology Club, 
State Teachers College, Jersey City, N. J. 

Joan C. Goetz, President of Student Council, State 
Teachers College, New Paltz, N. Y. 

Marie C. Thorpe, student, R. I. College of Educa- 
tion, Providence, R. I. 

On Thursday, March 14, from 2 to 5:30 p. m. four 
panels will explore student problems. The discussions 
will be conducted entirely by the students attending 
and will cover these aspects of student life : 

1. Problem of Student Government: A comparison 
of various types of student government organizations; 
membership; faculty supervision; control; fields of 

2. Curricular Needs and Interest of Students: 
Needs for curricular revision ; value of courses ; choices 
of electives; correlation of methods courses; comparison 
of practice teaching hours. 

3. Student Publications: Financial allotments; fac- 
ulty supervision ; size and frequence of publications. 

4. Extra-Curricular Activities : Fields of interest and 
regulations; choice; eligibility for membership; dues; 
number in which the individual can partake; spirit 

On Friday, March 15, 9 to 11:30 a. m. panel dis- 
cussions will be conducted with faculty members 
acting as moderators and students participating. The 
scheduled topics are: 

1. Science and Human Understanding: How do 
biology and psychology affect human understanding? 
What effect will new scientific discoveries have upon 
society? How have scientific methods in education 
revealed new ideas to us? (Continued on page 8) 




few of our service men and women back for a 
visit last month. 

Among our welcomed guests were: 
Kenneth Martin who, although he has no idea what 

his future assignment will be, is going back to New 

Jersey sub-camp of Camp Monmouth for several 

Quinton D. Thompson who reports to Washington, 

D. C. after a well deserved thirty day leave. 
Evelyn Medicus, stationed at the Nation's Capital at 

the present time, but who expects to be a civilian 

in February. 

Those who have been fortunate enough to don 
civies again are: 
John Gwynn who was discharged November 11th from 

Isaac Schloven, discharged November 12th from Ft. 

William J. Raft who received his discharge from 

some place in Texas, December 14 th. 

Good news for you men (and girls, too) of S. T. C. 
We hope to have at least four ex-service men in our 
midst in February! .... 

Dallas Smith, Edward Clopper, James O'Connor, 
and David Carthwarte. We'll certainly be looking 
forward to the new additions. Also returning to us in 
February will be Dorothy Farmer. Welcome back to 
Towson ! 

Furstenfeldbruck, Germany — S./Sgt John A. 
Schmid, whose parents reside at 6406 Old Harford 
Road, Baltimore, Maryland, is now at the Army Air 
Forces (European Theater) Reinforcement Depot, 
which was recently moved here from Chateau Thierry, 

While he is at this post, situated near Munich in the 
heart of a picturesque Bavarian forest, S./Sgt. Schmid 
will have an opportunity to enjoy the famous scenery 
and the superb winter sports facilities which has made 
this region famous throughout the world. Within easy 
driving distance is Garmisch-Parten-kirchen, site of 
the 1936 Winter Sports Olympics, now converted into 
a luxurious Army rest center. 

As soon as conditions permit, tours to Berchtes- 
gaden, Salsburg, Dachau and other points of interest 
will be inaugurated. Available, too, will be ample 
furlough and leave allotments to Switzerland, Paris, 
Brussels, and England, according to the policy of ex- 
panded educational and recieational facilities recently 
announced by Col. Malcolm N. Stewart, commanding 
officer. {Continued on page 8) 

FEBRUARY • 1946 

They told me you were gone, 

never to return. 
They said that ther'd be pain at first, 

then emptiness, and finally, forgetting. 
But they didn't know. 
You are much closer now you're gone; 

my dear — 
Your presence is constantly with me. 
You smile when the wind crinkles the 

autumn wheat; 
Your laugher is the rushing brook; 
The pulsing color of an August sunset 

is the beating heart of you ; 
The deep pool is the calm soul of you. 
If I could but tell them there is no pain, 

no emptiness, no forgetting; for, 
I shall have you with me always now, 

my dear. 


Women ! 

This reaching for the moon's no fun, 
Why can't we be contented 
With those who have loved us long and well, 
And let them go unlamented? 

The adage of the bird in hand 

Fits in this story neatly, 

But we find ourselves firmly convinced 

That birds in the bush sing more sweetly. 

Bernice Shugar. 

Press Release from: 

Boston University Social Studies 
Students Hear 
Maryland Educator 

The Boston University social studies luncheon at the 
school of education January 9, 1946 featured Dr. 
William H. Hartley of the State Teacher's College, 
Towson, Md., as guest speaker. Dr. Hartley who 
spoke on the topic of social studies, is a regular depart- 
ment contributor to the monthly magazine "Social 
Education" of the National Council for the Social 
Studies, and is editor of the 1946 yearbook of the 
National Council on Audio-Visual Aids. 



sleeve of the soft pink sweater which I had been 
knitting for a little friend all evening, but each stitch 
I had taken had tended to carry me deeper and deeper 
into my own thoughts of the difficult problem I was 

Trudy and Bishop had been sitting on the sofa since 
an early dinner laughing and enjoying each other's 
company as though they were the only two in the 
living room. They had been married for nearly three 
years but however, it appeared as though they were 
still on their honeymoon. While I was sitting by the 
merrily crackling fire knitting they were sharing an 
album Trudy and I had kept while Bishop had been 
away. The album was an old one and one in which the 
first few pages had been filled with pictures and clip- 
pings of Bishop when he was just a boy. Occasionally, 
between the laughter and remarks, there was a brief 
kiss and a warm embrace. 

I had been sitting in the living room for nearly an 
hour noticing Bishop and Trudy quite often. While 
knitting I was remembering this was the way they had 
always been, happy and apparently undisturbed by 
worry or trouble. Although the last year had been a 
difficult one for him, this fact had been concealed from 
the very first of his return. Tonight I saw him as the 
same sandy haired boy I had spanked not once, but 
many times for "borrowing" cookies from my cookie 
jar. Still very handsome, still very youthful with his 
warm brown eyes. He had returned, it seemed, un- 
changed. Bishop, himself, gave this appearance, but 
in my heart a different story was concealed. 

I saw my son tonight as he looked the early Sunday 
morning when I had sat amidst a quiet congregation 
with a lump in my throat because of him. He was very 
happy that morning and I was very proud of him in 
spite of the one obvious reason why I should not have 
been. He was the handsomest of the eight small boys 
with whom he was making his First Communion but 
the only one who was facing the priest for the first time 
with a small black eye. I hadn't felt ashamed of my 
son because to me protecting his little friend was a 
credit to him. I knew that morning that he was a real 
boy. I knew that, although outward appearance sug- 
gested an entirely different story, he was just as 
fine a little boy before he received God into his own 
heart as he was that morning when he innocently left 
the Communion Rail. Tonight the swollen eye had 
disappeared but that same warm smile was on his face. 

My rocker was next to the sofa so voluntarily my 
eyes crept silently across the page. Trudy was es- 
pecially enjoying the album. The clipping her eyes 
were now resting upon was one from our local paper. 
Its heading was 'Young Parks Receives Award". 
This was one of her favorite clippings in the album for 
she was very proud of her husband. The award had 
been given that year for the most outstanding senior 
of thirty-eight at The Ren Heights High School. Be- 
cause of his superior skill and eager participation on 
the athletic field the award had been given to Bishop. 
Now glancing at his broad shoulders I heard again the 
hearty yells of his friends as they had often cheered 
him on for more touchdowns. Again I turned toward 
Bishop to feel the presence of the youth I had loved 
so well. 

I stopped rocking long enough to untangle the pink 
yarn which had strayed noiselessly under and around 
my rocker. The wrapped yarn seemed to leveal the 
network of my wandering thoughts. My yarn became 
untangled and I began to work again not with the soft 
wool but with my inner thoughts. 

Trudy and Bishop were halfway through the album 
now and the pictures, the cards were all of a recent 
date. No longer was it necessary for me to glance 
toward the album to know just how far along the path 
of reminiscence they had come, for I had gone through 
this particular part of the book many times. I thought 
I knew exactly where each card and clipping had been 

The telegrams, the birthday cards, the Christmas 
cards had all been pasted neatly in the album just as 
they had been received from Bishop. Trudy was now 
reading each of the cards aloud. But I was recalling 
what Father O'Neal had once told me while Bishop 
was away. When telling him of a telegram I had re- 
ceived from Bishop saying that he was doing wonders 
for the Army, the good Father had chuckled rather 
loudly in his friendly Irish way and remarked most 
sincerely, "A fine son you have, Mrs. Parks. With 
spirit such as your son's God will surely see him 
through." I had been grateful for the Father's re- 
assurance but he had only said out loud what I had 
always felt in my heart. Bishop wasn't any other type 
of person than the one who would meet the challenge, 
conquer it, and return safely home. 

In thinking about his return I would always re- 
member the very cold day when he was just a boy that 
he had gone to the nearby woods with some little 
friends to gather holly and running cedar for their 

(Continued on page S) 


more psychology classes have finished, technically, 
iheir course. Actually, they are just beginning to get 
into it. 

They are the members of the class, you will remem- 
ber, who temporarily discarded their text books last 
October in favor of studying the children themselves. 

The Child Study group that met here last October 
and brought the idea to us, met again over the 17th 
and 18th of January to observe the progress made by 
the group. 

Dr. Prescott, who was here in October was not able 
to attend these meetings but Miss Mershou and her 
assistants, Miss Winn and Mr. Schulfelt were here to 
take charge. 

In presenting the work to the group, one of the 
folders was chosen at random and the observations 
were read to the conference. The group was satisfied 
with the reports in that they believed the student in 
question was profiting by and learning something as 
a result of her study. 

Of course the whole class can't be judged by one 
set of reports. But if the record read was typical of the 
work being done, the project may be termed as on the 
way to becoming a success. 

Feeling among the students in the project runs 
anywhere from one of satisfaction to the feeling that 
more could be gotten from a continuous study of a 
text book. 

At any rate, the students are getting out of the 
course only what they put into it and many are getting 
varying results — according to the child they observe, 
and the grade the child is in. 

Now that the weekly scheduled classes are over the 
students will have to rely on a text for any information 
they gather after watching the child. 

It will be interesting to see just how far the students 
can go in this project and how much they will get out 
of it. 

Next Month 

Sophomore issue, with the majority of the articles 
and columns being handled by members of that class. 
This is the second in our series of class editions, the 
first being our Freshman edition in October. Next on 
the list of class issues is the Junior issue, to come out 
in April. 

Help make your year's edition the best possible! 
FEBRUARY • 1946 

The Old Gives Way 

momentous time or another made this profund 
and simple statement, "It's time for a change." The 
time has come and we here have made changes. The 
new year has been with us for over a month now, with 
much discussion of ballots, times of voting and final 
election returns. Just as the old year has given way to 
the new, so the retiring officers of all the organizations 
of the college have stepped aside for their newly 
elected successors. Now, fortified with the hope of a 
new and successful year ahead, we face 1946 with this 
group of capable and willing leaders. 

Student Government Association Officers 
President: Betty Townshend 
Vice President: Peggy Crump 
Secretary: Janice Carico 
Treasurer: Don Hammerman 

Athletic Association Officers 
President: To be elected 
Vice President: Shirley Zimmerman 
Secretary: Mary Caples 
Treasurer: Arelyn Thomas 

Senior Class Officers 

President: Doris Gutmann 

Vice President: Elizabeth Rost 

Secretary: Dorothy Ecker 

Treasurer: Lorraine Diefenbach 

Day Social Chairman : Mary Gold 

Dorm Social Chairman: Kay Koenig 

S.G.A. Representative: Barbara Whitehurst 

Junior Class Officers 

President: Etta Jane Murray 

Vice President: Loretta Schulte 

Secretary: Ruth Cronhardt 

Treasurer: Coryne Harmison 

Day Social Chairman : Helen Nitkoski 

Dorm Social Chairman : Doris Spurrier 

S.G.A. Representative: Charlotte Diener 

Sophomore Class Officers 
President: Doris Miller 
Vice President: Anna Mae Kerber 
Secretary: Ilia Leonard 
Treasurer: Ruth DeHoff 
Day Social Chairman: Sara MacFadden 
Dorm Social Chairman : Betty Spruill 
S.G.A. Representative: Mary Belle Cox 

{Continued on page 6) 


thing as boys athletics around our campus? Maybe 
you thought we didn't till Tuesday January 8, when 
we saw our boys challenge Sparks High School in a 
basketball game. The first quarter seemed a little one- 
sided and the feeling was common among many stu- 
dents. Since it was the first game, we realized they 
needed to get used to playing with other boys. Yells, 
cheers, filled the gym with the spirit of victory for our 
team. The next quarter our boys were shooting them 
high and shooting them low, the boys had found their 
positions on the floor and were working as a team. 
The remaining game was more exciting and the boys 
were "in the game" fighting to win. Things happened 
in the game you have never seen happen before, ask 
any member of the team for further details. 

Wonderfully played game, Don, Carl, Presley, 
Keith, and Merrill! Keep up the good work, and by 
the end of the season you'll come out on top. 

Up to this point no girls games have been played 
because other colleges did not begin basketball as 
early as we did. 

Games will be played in February and the prospects 
look good for a Varsity and Junior Varsity teams. 

Badminton will be played again next semester and 
games with other schools will be scheduled. If anyone 
is still interested in basketball or badminton come over 
to the gym on the days these activities are scheduled. 
Sign up to come a certain day and time, and come then. 

Come over to the gym either to play or as a spec- 
tator. We need both, so make all the games a date 
with your classmates. 

How to Stay Young 

state of mind. Nobody grows old by merely living 
a number of years; people grow old only by deserting 
their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up 
enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self 
distrust, fear and despair — these are the long, long 
years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit 
back to dust. 

Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's 
heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the 
stars and the star-like things and thoughts, the un- 
daunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike 
appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life. 

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt ; 
as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; 
as young as your hope, as old as your despair. 


Third Finger — Left Hand 


tributing editor, have to inform you of the follow- 
ing "encounters in battle". 

From now on Miss Betty Hutchinson will occupy 
the time and attention of Mr. Robert Jones. 

Miss Katherine Schmidt has assumed an obligation 
to Corporal James Bracken. 

Miss Linda Horner will be pledged and bound by 
contract to Ensign Frank D. Harmer, Jr., USN. 

Miss Marjorie Carrier has entered a conflict with 
Mr. Leroy Carter. 

Miss Betty Hoffacker has become attached to a 
young "Mystery Man". She won't give me his name, 
but we'll hear about the permanent partnership a 
little later on. 

I looked high and low for more "encounters in 
battle" but could find no more. It seems to be a very 
touchy business. Who knows, I may get in it someday 

Mary Lou Wallace. 


— (Continued from page 5) 
Freshman Class Officers 

President: Ann Clotworthy 

Vice President: Margaret Stauffer 

Secretary: Virginia Spaulding 

Treasurer: Louise Carrol 

Day Social Chairman : Hilda Martin 

Dorm Social Chairman: Mary Anne O'Donnell 

S.G.A. Representative.: Evelyn Sylvester 

Those Men! 

man's fancy turns to? Fishin' — natcherly! 
With the approach of Valentines Day, which pre- 
cedes spring, natcherly a young man's fancy turns to 
fishin'. Many are the joys to be gotten from a day 
spent in fishin'. One may meditate of the trials and 
tribulations of going to college. Yes, a man needs to 
go fishin' every once in awhile. It is a balm to his 
study-weary mind. Far away from all text books, and 
women; with a line in hand, a man finds peace — quiet, 
soothing peace. Napoleon, the Mesozoic Age and the 
five seven chord are pleasantly shoved out of ones 
mind. The sun beams down warm, and comfortably 
on the still water, and the still line. A man is indeed at 
peace — fishin'. And what's more — a man might even 
catch ... a fish — fishin'. 


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ican universities can be matched throughout 
Europe where reopened universities in the liberated 
lands are experiencing unprecedented enrollments, 
according to word received from the World Student 
Service Fund headquarters. The great University of 
Oslo in Norway is given as an example. 

Oslo's six thousand students are more than double 
the pre-war enrollment. These students come from 
two groups, the veterans of resistance, captivity, or 
deportation, and the newcomers from high schools. 
Those from the underground "emerge from their cov- 
ers restless and with worn down nerves, unfit for im- 
mediate studies," due to frightful privations and 

One-half of these students cannot find lodgings and 
are sleeping on cots in the gymnasiums of schools in 
the city. Most of the students lack good shoes and 
clothing. Study books in foreign languages are greatly 

There is a great shortage of teachers and classes are 
unduly large. Doctors and dentists are needed in great 
numbers but there are inadequate laboratory and 
clinical facilities for the training of medical and dental 
students. Many students desire to study abroad in the 
difficult post-war years. 

Eighty Norwegian students have come recently to 
the United States to study. Thirty of these have 
scholarships secured through the Institute of Inter- 
national Education in the following institutions: 
Bowdoin, Bryn Mawr, Bucknell, California, Case, 
Colgate (2), Dartmouth(2), Illinois Institute of Tech- 
nology, New Hampshire(3), Pennsylvania, Purdue(2), 
Radcliffe, Rockford, St. Olaf, Southern Methodist, 
Stevens Institute of Technology, Temple, Williams(3), 


Preliminary reports show that the buildings of 
Ginling College in Nanking are intact but that the 
furnishings and equipment of the classrooms, dorm- 
itories, and faculty residences have been confiscated. 
One-half of the volumes in the library have been re- 
covered. A middle school is using the buildings until 
the faculty and students return from their temporary 
campus at Chengtu. Lignan University in Canton 
and Hangchow College have been found to be quite 
undamaged. Yenching University has reopened on 
the Peiping campus for freshman and preparatory 
FEBRUARY • 1946 

Students and professors in the ninety evacuated 
universities and colleges continue their labors under 
great privations in improvised quarters, without ade- 
quate food, shelter, clothing, warmth, light, books, 
and laboratory equipment. 


"The fierce desire of Polish students to study" is 
attested to by the fact that 100,000 applied for ad- 
mission to reopened universities in liberated Poland, 
Dr. Douglas V. Steere, Professor of Philosophy at 
Haverford College, told officers of the World Student 
Service Fund, after a recent ten-day trip in Poland on 
behalf of the American Friends Service Committee. 

Thirty thousand only could be accepted in the 
universities, some of which have been badly devasted. 
Nine thousand of these students are attending classes 
in the University of Warsaw in improvised classrooms 
all over the city, because the old city was ninety-five 
percent destroyed. These students live in cellars, huts, 
and dugouts, in a ravaged city congested with nearly 
400,000 people who are without food, fuel or warm 

Forty percent of the Warsaw students have re- 
turned from prisoner of war camps, concentration 
camps, or from compulsory labor in Germany, where 
thirty-five percent of them contracted tuberculosis, 
which is, however, only ten percent more than the 
general average of tubercular students in Poland, in- 
duced by under-nourishment and privation. More 
than sixty percent of the Warsaw professors lost their 

Professors are badly underpaid and are lucky to 
have one shabby suit each. The state is making con- 
tributions to the establishment of crude student 
centers and student feeding, but at present is unable 
to do more than to give a bowl of soup a day to every 
student and professor. 

The universities have all reopened and two new in- 
stitutions have been created, the Marie-Curie-Sla- 
dowska University at Lublin and the Cracow Poly- 
technical School. The University of Lwow has been 
moved to Breslau, now named Wroclaw. The Uni- 
versity of Cracow, founded in 1364, was virtually un- 
damaged, but its entire faculty of 180 was thrown into 
concentration camps in 1939, where many died. 

"The hunger for fellowship with American and Eng- 
lish students is terriffic," concluded Professor Steere. 
Great numbers are learning English. This hunger for 
a resumed and intensified student fellowship is univer- 
sal among the students of Europe who have been iso- 
lated for so long from other student communities and 
from recent advances in scholarship and science. 

HOMECOMING — {Continued from page 4) 
teacher, for a Christmas celebration. I hadn't been 
too anxious about letting him go, but with his per- 
suasive talk he soon left me standing at the living room 
window watching them on their way. An hour passed, 
after our regular dinner time and Bishop did not come 
home. I had just started down our walk when I met 
him coming through the gate smelling of running 
cedar. Completely innocent of the worry he had 
caused he apologized in his cleverly childish manner 
and told me of their taking a wrong path. That night, 
just before he went to bed he asked me never to worry 
about his finding the way home again. To satisfy him, 
I had made the promise and had kept it. I felt after 
that night that he could always find home, and so he 

Trudy and Bishop were now turning the remaining 
pages of the album very slowly. His arm had seemed 
to tighten around her shoulders and he was holding 
her left hand gently touching her golden wedding 
band. I was still knitting on the little sleeve, thinking 
about how much enjoyment keeping the cards and the 
other things Bishop had sent to Trudy and me had 
meant. But that letter! That letter! Would it be put 
soon into the album? Then I remembered with a 
shock that it was there. I had forgotten that I had 
slipped it in between the last few pages of the book 
while reading it over one night. Now it was too late 
for me to try to help the situation. I realized what 
Bishop was carefully unfolding. Unaware of the quick 
glances which passed from Trudy to me he began to 
read the untold truth. I kept on busily knitting, Trudy 
glanced quickly toward the album. He only read for a 
few minutes and then looked over to Trudy. "You 
knew all the time?" he asked rather quietly. "You 
knew what had happened and what the result was, 
you know that my time is limited?" Trudy only nodded 
her head. When he turned toward me with the same 
question on his face I softly said, "Yes, Bishop, we 
know." A sigh of relief seemed to come from the very 
bottom of his heart. After a brief silence he said, 
"The medals which are given in war for bravery and 
courage belong rightfully to the brave mothers and 
wives such as Trudy and you. You're both fine 

I did not tell him I had known for a very long while 
that his coming home meant home for maybe a few 
days, maybe a few months, maybe a year. Nor did 
Trudy tell him that to her the letter had meant the 
crowding of all the happiness some people have the 
rest of their lives to know into only a limited number 
of minutes, nights and days. We only remained silent 
and thanked God for the time we had had together, 

and for that which still remained. How long the time 
would be was unimportant. 

With his hand on the cover of the album and Trudy's 
hand on the opposite side they closed the album to- 
gether. Snuggling just a little closer to each other 
they whispered something softly I could not under- 
stand. Because they were thinking so intensely of 
themselves they seemed to have forgotten I was sitting 
there beside them. When they had closed the album 
they had barred me from their thoughts and so I be- 
came the outsider. But not completely because I 
knew their love for each other was so beautiful and 
sincere that nothing could ever separate them. I 
knew that Bishop's life had been lived so fully and 
happily during his twenty five years that there could 
be no sadness nor grief now because his time was lim- 
ited. I knew so well he had got from life more than 
some had gained in twice his twenty five years. I 
could not have been Mil Parks if I had felt differently 
about my son's life. So, carefully folding the little pink 
sweater which I had at last finished for my little friend, 
I stayed long enough to put my knitting bag away. 
Tip-toeing softly from the room I left my son and 
Trudy sitting hand in hand before the brightly burning 
fire with only the song of the wind to disturb the night. 

Virginia Spalding, Fr. 6 


— {Continued from page 2) 

2. Understanding the Russian People: What is the 
social significance of the Russian form of government? 
What has Russia contributed to the world's culture? 
Why is it vitally significant that we understand the 
Russians, particularly at this time? 

3. Improving Race Relationships in the United 
States Through Education: How can the study of 
anthropology help improve race relationships? What 
is the importance of environment and intelligence in 
this study? 

4. Understanding Labor-Management Relation- 
ships: What are the present day demands of labor? 
How powerful is management? Are strikes justifiable? 
Are unions warranted? 

Friday noon, March 15, all faculty and students will 
meet for a general luncheon, highlighted by speakers 
and music. 

G. I. COLUMN — {Continued from page 3) 

Before entering the services S/Sgt. Schmid attended 
Maryland State Teachers College, and was later em- 
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The Editor Speaks 

(In self-defense, of course) 
This issue that you now have in hand, dear reading 
public, is nothing less than the "SUPREME EFFORT" 
of the Sophomore Class. As you eagerly read each re- 
markable page, stop to think how much work and 
thought was necessary for each contribution. 

MARCH • 1946 

Marcelle Isabelle, acting as coordinator of her year's 
edition, can truthfully say that she is a different woman. 
In explanation, I present to you the first of a series of 
articles prepared for your reading enjoyment by those 
lovable and hard-working Sophomores. 

An Expose 

I was sprawled languidly on the bed, reading, of all 
things, when Marcelle Isabelle came in. "Miss Gross, 
you write, I believe," said she with a gleam of fore- 
shadowing in each of her big, brown eyes. "Well," I 
said, clearing my throat pompously, and rising to a more 
dignified position. "Well, Miss Isabelle, I don't wish 
to appear-er-conceited or anything, but it so happens 
that I am one of those child prodigies who learned to 
write in the first grade. Ex-child-prodigy, that is." 

The gleam narrowed down to the merest flicker. 
"Miss Gross," Marcelle explained, "You misunder- 
stand. What I mean is, the sophomores are getting out 
the March issue of the Tower Light, and we sort of 
thought you might like to dash off an essay or a short 
story, or . . ." 

"Or a treatise on economic conditions in Hindustan," 
I finished. 

"Cease such raillery," replied Miss Isabelle. "Write 
something humorous, if need be. Just be sure to write 
something, and for Pete's sake, get the darned thing 
in by Monday." 

"Monday!" I exploded. "Today is Friday already!" 
I could feel a frantic note creeping into my voice, and 
goose-bumps creeping up my spine. Miss Isabelle smiled 
and the gleam returned to the big brown eyes. "Well, I 
must hasten on, Ole Sock, see you soon." She bowed 
out of the room, skillfully dodging the shoe I hurled in 
her direction. 

Alone once again, I was panic-stricken. I paced up 
and down, I chewed my fingernails. I was desperate. 

After a long time, my senses began to function once 
again. I would write an expose of Marcelle Isabelle. I 
would tell the world how she goes about, forcing help- 
less sophomores to grind out articles for sophomore 
issues of Tower Light. Gestapo technique, that's what 
it was ! In years to come, sophomores everywhere would 
look upon me as their champion, their Thomas Paine. 
Ah yes ! I would be the first to take up the Cause. 

Thus inspired, I went over to my desk, took up my 
pen and began to write. 

Ruth Gross, Sophomore 2 

[Editor's Note: Marcelle! Where did you learn such 
barbarious tactics? Hmm?] 


This To Thee, 

State Teachers College 

(Song of Class of 1948) 

This to thee, State Teachers College 
Thus our voices we raise 
Mother of our future knowledge, 
Listen — while we sing our praise. 
Like the lights of home before us, 
Guiding, guarding, watching o'er us, 
Grace and beauty are thy prizes, 
Fondest mem'ries to share. 

Each month, each year, 
And each hour we are here, 
Will leave a light upon the sky, 
And as time goes by 
It will never die. 

Thanks to thee for friends and friendships, 
We have made while here, 
May they grow to stronger friendships 
With the passing of each year. 
With remembrance to our studies, 
Teachers, campus, sports and buddies, 
Love for thee, our Alma Mater, 
Will be constant and true ! 

Thank You! 

That first and fateful day in school, 

When we set out to learn of college rule, 

And all the wonders of our world explore 

We found guidance from the friendly sophomore. 

For it was the sophomore who told 
Us of the traditions hallowed and old, 
Which we were to know as we, too, became 
Future exponents of our college's fame. 

The sophomore warned us of the pitfalls, 
Which we might meet in these scholarly halls, 
For the sophomore was the one who knew 
All troubles that would make a Freshman blue. 

Now that we have taken our place here. 
The Class of Forty-nine, that future happy year, 
We, the Freshman, from a collective heart 
Thank the Sophomores for our good start. 

Helen Hanson, Fr. 3 

A Sophomore Speaks 

September, 1944, found me a bewildered freshman in 
the halls of an unfamiliar place, namely S.T.C. Through 
the kindnesses of upper-classmen, however, I soon 
learned my way around and became adjusted to my 
surroundings. Nevertheless, being a freshman brought 
forth more difficult problems than just finding one's 
way around the school ; for instance, such problems as : 
Why did it snow today? Who wrote the opera, Hansel 
and Gretel? To what phylum does man belong? What 
is the difference between an essay and a novel? How 
can color be used most effectively ? What kind of stories 
do we tell children ? How do we classify plants ? What 
is history? When is a pivot most useful? These were 
the problems which had to be solved in order to become 
a sophomore. Was it really worth the labor? But, on 
the other hand, how could one become an upper-classman 
any other way ? (another problem !) And, after all, being 
a sophomore meant superiority, not as many extra class 
rehearsals for Glee Club, an opportunity for becoming 
an S.G.A. officer, and many other privileges which 
freshmen couldn't experience because "they haven't 
been here long enough to know." 

Yes, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages ; 
so after thirty-six weeks of hard, hard work, hundreds 
of worries, good times, bad times, smiles and tears, and 
much concentrated effort, I learned the answers to all 
of those questions and stepped up to the place of 
Sophomore in September, 1945. 

What a joy! At last an upper-classman! "Now to 
enjoy the privileges of such," I thought. After the first 
week, however, I found that the privileges of a sopho- 
more included learning where the north star is located, 
how to classify rocks, what makes a child behave as he 
does, how to play the piano, what a number is, and other 
things of equal significance. 

Anyway, if I work hard, I won't have to remain a 
sophomore long. I can become a junior and be a 
"higher" upper-classman. 

Betty Anne Spruill, Soph. 3 

From Mary Washington College, Fredericksburg, 
Va., comes sales totals on their Victory Bond Armada 
show. A Coast Guard Band and top-flight entertainers 
rolled up a total of $55,000 in E. Bonds. 

Tom Waring, brother of Fred Waring, the band 
leader, was master of ceremonies. Seats were divided 
between townspeople and students with one section 
reserved for buyers of special Roosevelt Bonds. 



The Sophomore Class that STC is lucky enough to 
have tripping gaily through it's halls and dormitories 
is a large and unwieldly group. We are scattered to the 
four winds, so to speak. As a result of summer school 
and such, there are some of us who will become juniors 
in April, some in September when they come back and 
others next February. There are six classes of us alto- 
gether, each one better than the others ; so the instructors 

But now, speaking of adjectives (which we weren't) , 
just as there has to be a superlative form in adjectives, 
so it is with our Soph. Class. Therefore we are very 
happy to present below the superlative form of the 
Soph. Class — or the Class of '48 as we are now known 
■ — Sophomore Three. 

Now don't get the idea that this is a biased or preju- 
diced opinion of the teachers or perhaps a minority 
group. On the contrary, it is the unanimous decision of 
Soph. 3 themselves ! 

We are a happy, contented group. We gripe only 
nine-tenths of the time and the other tenth, when we're 
in Math, we're too scared to gripe. 

But now without further ado, I'm going to present 
one-by-one, the members of this illustrious class. 

To begin with, there is Violet Caltrider — a petite 
little miss from Pikesville, who has never been known 
to have one hair of her head out of place. Vi does a mean 
Highland Fling, too. Ask anyone. 

Then there is Phyllis Corwell, known to all in- 
structors, until she tells them different, as Miss Corw- 
well. Mistake on the sheets, you know. Phyl, as she is 
called by those who know her best, likes all sports and 
is good at them all. 

Next alphabetically, is our Eastern Shore Miss, Ruth 
Ellen Cummings. We're all waiting to see what happens 
to her drawl when she takes Dr. Brewington's Speech 
Course some time in the future. Incidentally, she's quite 
a jitterbug, too. 

Dot D'Amario comes next. Those who have been 
fortunate enough to be invited to dinner at the D'Amario 
home, come away raving about the Italian spaghetti. 
Dot's sense of humor is unique, to say the least. She 
always catches on to a joke at least five minutes after 
you tell it. 

Elaine Fiedler — the quiet one, you may be inclined to 
call her, unless you know better — keeps promising to 
turn over a new leaf and arrive before 9 :00. But she 
just keeps promising. Maybe some day ! ? ! 
MARCH • 1946 

Ginny Franz — the poetic one — is always out for a lot 
of fun. Ha ! P.S. And she usually succeeds when Chuck's 

Soph. 3's only claim to Co-Education, Don Hammer- 
man, is really quite a guy. He only forgets to come to 
about half the classes on his schedule. Some day he'll 
be the true absent-minded professor. 

The chairman of our happy little family is the next 
person in the line-up. A rabid Oriole fan and excellent 
basket-ball player, you all recognize her as our own 
5' 11" blonde, Jean Ritter. 

Katie Schmidt — next in our procession of personali- 
ties — has a one-track mind. Since Jimmie has come 
home, just try and talk to her about anything else. 

Doris Shocket has been lucky during her summers. 
She worked in the office at the Holabird Signal Depot. 
Hum! I wonder why? Bet it was interesting, anyway. 

The next member of distinction is Betty Anne Spruill. 
Since there could be a whole article on Betty Anne, 
suffice it to say here that she will offer a helping hand to 
everyone, any time she is able. She is now a dorm 
student, incidentally. 

The red-head of Soph. 3 is Ethel Thomas. Quiet and 
aloof, she is friendly when you get to know her. By the 
way, did you know she comes from Dundalk every day ? 

We won't say anything about the next member of 
the class. I'd prefer not to be too easily recognized after 
this article is printed. You understand. Just call me 
Miss X. 

So now we have Mitzie Varner. Mitzie divides her 
time between Annapolis and Baltimore, practically com- 
muting between the two. In fact, the conductors on the 
B. & O. know her by sight, now. What can the attrac- 
tion be? 

Mazie Wood — or Helen May, as no one calls her, is 
very dramatic in all she does. At times she is radical in 
her points of view so she is always an extremely inter- 
esting person to talk to. 

Last but certainly not least is Sara Jane Young. 
Hailing from Middletown, she livens up the dorm and 
is a very sweet and sincere person. Jane might be in- 
clined to "tell it to the Marines." It's possible. 

Well, there you have us and I hope you aren't sorry 
for the chance to meet us. And just to prove what a 
wonderful class I belong to, I'm going to sign my name 
to prove that I'm not afraid of anything they'll do to 
me. After all, I've got Jean Ritter on my side. Ha ! 

Shirley Vance, Soph. 3 

Quiz Kids 

[Editor's note: I'd like to share this letter with all 
of you who have been wishing for the recognition of our 
profession. This is a step in the right direction ; I be- 

Dear Editor: 

I thought this story on the Quiz Kids contest to find 
the "Best Teacher oj 1946" would have special interest 
to your readers who are teachers or prospective teachers. 

We believe that all the "Oscars" need not go to movie 
actors. The teachers deserve some, too. That's why 
we're throwing the national spotlight on the teaching 
profession in an effort to get it wider and more appre- 
ciative recognition. 

Dr. Ralph Tyler, chairman of the department of edu- 
cation at the University of Chicago, and Dr. Paul A. 
Witty, professor of education at Northwestern Uni- 
versity, two of our judges, are amazed at the letters the 
children are writing — and earnestly believe they will 
make a worthwhile contribution to education. 

We're amazed, too, at the immediate response the 
contest received — both in the press and on the air. 
Sincerely yours, 

Eliza Merrill Hickok 
Assistant Program Director 

School Kids to Pick 
"Best Teacher of 1946" 

What makes a good teacher click? 

Nobody knows better than his or her own pupils, 
and they're having a chance to "tell all" in a national 
contest sponsored by the Quiz Kids to find the "Best 
Teacher of 1946." 

School kids by the thousands are writing letters on 
"The Teacher Who Has Helped Me Most." These 
letters are being read by the judges, Dr. Ralph W. 
Tyler, chairman of the department of education at the 
University, and the Rev. Dr. Phillip S. Moore, Dean 
of the Graduate School of Notre Dame University. 

The judges will select the winning teacher from these 
letters (after a personal investigation) and he or she 
will receive from the Quiz Kids a year's paid schooling 
at any college or university in the Chicago area, tuition 
fees, living expenses, transportation, PLUS $1,000 in 
cash. The child writing the best letter which recom- 
mends the winning teacher gets $100 in cash. Ten dol- 
lars each will go for the next 100 best letters. 

So revealing are the letters for the training of teach- 
ers in schools of education. 

Each letter is filled with intense devotion. Each child 
believes his teacher is best, and here are a few reasons 

. . ."she treats us all like we were her real, good 

. . ."she is really the PIN-UP of all teachers, because 
she fills my brain with knowledge and with a pleasant 
feeling of confidence that I'm going to pass." 

. . ."she explains and explains even if it takes her 30 

. . ."she is always happy and ready to laugh at any 
good joke." 

. . ."he understands even when I get into trouble . . . 
and he always helps me out." 

Appreciation of a teacher starts early. Many letters 
are coming from six and seven year olds who claim 
their teacher is "the best in the whole wide world." 
Printed in large letters on stationery decorated with 
colorful cats and dogs is this one : 

"I am six years old. I am in the first grade. I like 
my teacher. She is pretty. She never gets mad. She 
helps me with my reading. She makes us mind but she 
is kind. 


Another letter from an eleven-year-old is a frank 
confession : 

"At the beginning of the year I was almost the worst 
pupil in the whole room because I did not work hard 
enough and also because the teachers I have had were 
not strict enough and gave such small assignments that 
anyone who had the least interest in their studies could 
get them done. This teacher makes us work but she is 
nice. She never loses her temper." 

Teachers are writing that the contest is putting them 
on the spot. "Each teacher in our school has her best 
foot forward," writes a Chicago fourth-grade teacher. 
"We are eyeing all pupils as prospective writers. This 
should do something for the teaching morale !" 

Although the contest is open to all children from the 
first grade through high school, the majority of letters 
are coming from children between the ages of nine and 
twelve, as was predicted by Dr. Tyler. 

The tragedy of the war is reflected in many letters. 
The children tell of moving from school to school, the 
loneliness felt as a "new pupil" and the understanding 
help given by teachers. {Continued on page 7) 


As One G.I. Saw It 

A two and a half ton truck was leaving the Yokohama 
pier. Its cargo was twenty some G. I.'s who had just 
arrived from the Philippines and were now landing on 
ground that raised and trained their military enemy. 
Had the L.S.T. which brought them here come several 
weeks before, the situation would have been entirely dif- 
ferent. In place of being an invasion task force which had 
seemed inevitable and toward which end they were fast 
preparing, they were arriving as an occupational army — 
victors on the enemy's homeland. Need I recall the 
spoilage the Egyptians or Romans accomplished under 
like conditions, or in the more recent past, the action 
of the "super-man" races on conquered territory? But 
these were American soldiers, representatives of the 
Utopian country of the United States of America. As 
the truck rolled through the city streets trying to keep 
up with its fast-moving convoy, its occupants wondered 
just how they should act. Much to their surprise the 
city of Yokohama was very much like an American 
metropolis. The damage of incessant bombings could 
hardly be overlooked. However, people were hurrying 
about their business, traffic was fairly heavy, and street- 
cars were clanging their way through the wide avenues. 
An army truck was not a new sight to these folks since 
military personnel had completely taken over the busi- 
ness of the city. 

The outlying districts presented an entirely different 
picture since they had not suffered directly from the 
raids. Many of the scenes of the humble environment of 
the common folk could be recognized as those captured 
by photographers and used in geography books. Neat- 
ness and cleanliness seemed to be the rule of the com- 
munity. Every inch of available space was used to raise 
food products for the many-mouthed families. (Gardens 
plowed up within the ruins of building foundations were 
common sights, as well as homes improvised from 
sheets of rusty metal strips with rocks to hold the roof 
down.) The workers in the fields used most primitive 
methods. Young and old shared the responsibility of 
the field. 

The truck was hauling a load of variously minded 
fellows. The "wolves" whistled just as enthusiastically 
at the Japanese fair sex as they would have to American 
belles. A few had comments of scorn to make. Many 
were awed with what they saw, while some could re- 
call similar scenes at home. The waves of the people 
were returned by most of them. The kisses thrown by 
the saucer-eyed children could be resisted by no one. 
They are the leaders of tomorrow ; are they to blame 
for the wrongs of the today? {Continued on page 7) 
MARCH . 1946 

Glimpses of the Returned Vets 

Registration day brought a welcomed change to the 
halls of S.T.C. The servicemen, come back to resume 
their education, made their long-waited appearance. 
Coach Minnegan and Miss Yoder, their faithful cor- 
respondents for four years, were on hand to welcome 
those who had done so much to make the dream of vic- 
tory a blessed reality. These men of the world are back 
with us now and their contribution to S.T.C., as to 
their country, is invaluable. They have met the stark 
grimness of war and have been part of swift moving 
panorama even they cannot describe. What will it mean 
to them to settle down to books, and a year or more of 
"quiet" study ? 

Sammy Clopper from Clearspring, Maryland served 
in France with the "Fifth Armored." About a year ago, 
they were engaged in a battle of fury, the Battle of the 
Bulge. An asset to both the army and the college, Sam 
is as solid as they come. His unusual judgment when 
needed in a pinch made him an invaluable leader. In 
the good old days he and Creston Herold played on 
championship soccer teams for S.T.C. Creston, the hand- 
some smiling ex-air corpsman, was then director of the 
Men's A. A. intramural program. Creston was one of 
the group that trained for the atomic bomb mission but 
just before the "zero-hour" for Hiroshima, he was with- 
drawn because of a knee injury received in a crack-up. 

Pete Galley, who may usually be seen on campus 
with a pert Soph., was in the South Pacific and Japan. 
He served as chaplain's assistant in the South Seas 
and is now ready to settle down to books. 

Jimmy O'Connor and Dallas Smith both served in 
the European theatre. Jimmy, a student of science, went 
to Europe as a non-com. and was recommended and 
sent back to the U. S. for O.C.S. After receiving his 
lieutenant's bars he was given a mission in this country, 
doing survey work which necessitated much travel. 
Smith was one of the unfortunates who was captured 
by the Germans and had to go through the ordeal of a 
forced march from the Russian border to the western 
part of Germany. Dallas was one of the few men that 

Under Eisenhower's direction were Ralph Daniels, 
and George Hoddinott. Daniels went to University of 
Missouri for a year before entering service. After the 
war, on the Western Front he had the administration 
of a large group of German civilians and prisoners of 
war. George was in an armored division in Europe 
during some of the bloodiest campaigns. Prior to leaving 
for Uncle Sam's army he proved an excellent thinker in 
science. {Continued on page 6) 


thing as boys athletics around our campus? Maybe 
you thought we didn't till Tuesday January 8, when 
we saw our boys challenge Sparks High School in a 
basketball game. The first quarter seemed a little one- 
sided and the feeling was common among many stu- 
dents. Since it was the first game, we realized they 
needed to get used to playing with other boys. Yells, 
cheers, filled the gym with the spirit of victory for our 
team. The next quarter our boys were shooting them 
high and shooting them low, the boys had found their 
positions on the floor and were working as a team. 
The remaining game was more exciting and the boys 
were "in the game" fighting to win. Things happened 
in the game you have never seen happen before, ask 
any member of the team for further details. 

Wonderfully played game, Don, Carl, Presley, 
Keith, and Merrill! Keep up the good work, and by 
the end of the season you'll come out on top. 

Up to this point no girls games have been played 
because other colleges did not begin basketball as 
early as we did. 

Games will be played in February and the prospects 
look good for a Varsity and Junior Varsity teams. 

Badminton will be played again next semester and 
games with other schools will be scheduled. If anyone 
is still interested in basketball or badminton come over 
to the gym on the days these activities are scheduled. 
Sign up to come a certain day and time, and come then. 

Come over to the gym either to play or as a spec- 
tator. We need both, so make all the games a date 
with your classmates. 

How to Stay Young 

state of mind. Nobody grows old by merely living 
a number of years; people grow old only by deserting 
their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up 
enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self 
distrust, fear and despair — these are the long, long 
years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit 
back to dust. 

Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's 
heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the 
stars and the star-like things and thoughts, the un- 
daunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike 
appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life. 

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt ; 
as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; 
as young as your hope, as old as your despair. 


Third Finger — Left Hand 

tributing editor, have to inform you of the follow- 
ing "encounters in battle". 

From now on Miss Betty Hutchinson will occupy 
the time and attention of Mr. Robert Jones. 

Miss Katherine Schmidt has assumed an obligation 
to Corporal James Bracken. 

Miss Linda Horner will be pledged and bound by 
contract to Ensign Frank D. Harmer, Jr., USN. 

Miss Marjorie Carrier has entered a conflict with 
Mr. Leroy Carter. 

Miss Betty Hoffacker has become attached to a 
young "Mystery Man". She won't give me his name, 
but we'll hear about the permanent partnership a 
little later on. 

I looked high and low for more "encounters in 
battle" but could find no more. It seems to be a very 
touchy business. Who knows, I may get in it someday 
myself ! 

Mary Lou Wallace. 


— (Continued from page 5) 
Freshman Class Officers 

President: Ann Clotworthy 

Vice President: Margaret Stauffer 

Secretary: Virginia Spaulding 

Treasurer: Louise Carrol 

Day Social Chairman : Hilda Martin 

Dorm Social Chairman: Mary Anne O'Donnell 

S.G.A. Representative.: Evelyn Sylvester 

Those Men! 

man's fancy turns to? Fishin' — natcherly! 
With the approach of Valentines Day, which pre- 
cedes spring, natcherly a young man's fancy turns to 
fishin'. Many are the joys to be gotten from a day 
spent in fishin'. One may meditate of the trials and 
tribulations of going to college. Yes, a man needs to 
go fishin' every once in awhile. It is a balm to his 
study-weary mind. Far away from all text books, and 
women; with a line in hand, a man finds peace — quiet, 
soothing peace. Napoleon, the Mesozoic Age and the 
five seven chord are pleasantly shoved out of ones 
mind. The sun beams down warm, and comfortably 
on the still water, and the still line. A man is indeed at 
peace — fishin'. And what's more — a man might even 
catch ... a fish — fishin'. 


College News from Abroad 


ican universities can be matched throughout 
Europe where reopened universities in the liberated 
lands arc experiencing unprecedented enrollments, 
according to word received from the World Student 
Service Fund headquarters. The great University of 
Oslo in Norway is given as an example. 

Oslo's six thousand students are more than double 
the pre-war enrollment. These students come from 
two groups, the veterans of resistance, captivity, or 
deportation, and the newcomers from high schools. 
Those from the underground "emerge from their cov- 
ers restless and with worn down nerves, unfit for im- 
mediate studies," due to frightful privations and 

One-half of these students cannot find lodgings and 
are sleeping on cots in the gymnasiums of schools in 
the city. Most of the students lack good shoes and 
clothing. Study books in foreign languages are greatly 

There is a great shortage of teachers and classes are 
unduly large. Doctors and dentists are needed in great 
numbers but there are inadequate laboratory and 
clinical facilities for the training of medical and dental 
students. Many students desire to study abroad in the 
difficult post-war years. 

Eighty Norwegian students have come recently to 
the United States to study. Thirty of these have 
scholarships secured through the Institute of Inter- 
national Education in the following institutions: 
Bowdoin, Bryn Mawr, Bucknell, California, Case, 
Colgate (2), Dartmouth(2), Illinois Institute of Tech- 
nology, New Hampshire(3), Pennsylvania, Purdue(2), 
Radcliffe, Rockford, St. Olaf, Southern Methodist, 
Stevens Institute of Technology, Temple, Williams(3), 
Wisconsin (2). 


Preliminary reports show that the buildings of 
Ginling College in Nanking are intact but that the 
furnishings and equipment of the classrooms, dorm- 
itories, and faculty residences have been confiscated. 
One-half of the volumes in the library have been re- 
covered. A middle school is using the buildings until 
the faculty and students return from their temporary 
campus at Chengtu. Lignan University in Canton 
and Hangchow College have been found to be quite 
undamaged. Yenching University has reopened on 
the Peiping campus for freshman and preparatory 
FEBRUARY . 1946 

Students and professors in the ninety evacuated 
universities and colleges continue their labors under 
great privations in improvised quarters, without ade- 
quate food, shelter, clothing, warmth, light, books, 
and laboratory equipment. 


"The fierce desire of Polish students to study" is 
attested to by the fact that 100,000 applied for ad- 
mission to reopened universities in liberated Poland, 
Dr. Douglas V. Steere, Professor of Philosophy at 
Haverford College, told officers of the World Student 
Service Fund, after a recent ten-day trip in Poland on 
behalf of the American Friends Service Committee. 

Thirty thousand only could be accepted in the 
universities, some of which have been badly devasted. 
Nine thousand of these students are attending classes 
in the University of Warsaw in improvised classrooms 
all over the city, because the old city was ninety-five 
percent destroyed. These students live in cellars, huts, 
and dugouts, in a ravaged city congested with nearly 
400,000 people who are without food, fuel or warm 

Forty percent of the Warsaw students have re- 
turned from prisoner of war camps, concentration 
camps, or from compulsory labor in Germany, where 
thirty-five percent of them contracted tuberculosis, 
which is, however, only ten percent more than the 
general average of tubercular students in Poland, in- 
duced by under-nourishment and privation. More 
than sixty percent of the Warsaw professors lost their 

Professors are badly underpaid and are lucky to 
have one shabby suit each. The state is making con- 
tributions to the establishment of crude student 
centers and student feeding, but at present is unable 
to do more than to give a bowl of soup a day to every 
student and professor. 

The universities have all reopened and two new in- 
stitutions have been created, the Marie-Curie-Sla- 
dowska University at Lublin and the Cracow Poly- 
technical School. The University of Lwow has been 
moved to Breslau, now named Wroclaw. The Uni- 
versity of Cracow, founded in 1364, was virtually un- 
damaged, but its entire faculty of 180 was thrown into 
concentration camps in 1939, where many died. 

"The hunger for fellowship with American and Eng- 
lish students is terriffic," concluded Professor Steere. 
Great numbers are learning English. This hunger for 
a resumed and intensified student fellowship is univer- 
sal among the students of Europe who have been iso- 
lated for so long from other student communities and 
from recent advances in scholarship and science. 

Diary of 

Silly Sally the Sophomore 

Monday : 

Math class was really rugged today. We had an- 
other test, oops, I mean "thinking exercise." I did a 
great job, per usual. Had four out of sixteen right. 
It's shameful because all we are really doing "is learn- 
ing to read and write numbers." "He" sure looked 
sharp in that collegiate combination he wears. Ah ! 
(deep sigh) Went to Glee Club today, just to hear 
Mac and Pete sing love songs to each other. It's so 
touching. They both really have their heart in their 

Tuesday : 

Had loads of fun in Zoology. My pet worm "Corny" 
is so cute. I had him lying in the pan alive, but peaceful 
and calm. I turned away a minute to listen to Mr. Crook 
and suddenly I felt "Corny," cold, wet and clammy 
crawling up my bare arm. Such is life in the lab ! ! 

Wednesday : 

This nice warm weather sure is great. I have spring 
fever already. Mrs. Brouwer really caught me day- 
dreaming in class this afternoon. I was staring out the 
window, miles away and then I heard, "Sally, will you 
please answer my question?" And I hadn't even heard 
it. And you know how I blush ! 

Thursday : 

They had both pie and ice cream for lunch today so 
I slipped from my diet (just this once) and ate both. 
I tried to enjoy my pie a la mode but all I could think 
about was our Health class right before lunch. 500 
calories! Here comes that five pounds I lost. I worked 
some of it off in Physical Education however. I think 
the State is trying to make ape women out of us instead 
of teachers. Oh ! my aching back. Oh well, only one 
more day and then another week-end. Wish we were 
having another dance like the last one. Guess I'll have 
to settle for a quiet movie with Homer. 

Friday : 

Music was a riot today. It seems Miss Weyforth's 
"black amazon" is giving her a lot of trouble. Hope 
she finds a new one. At least she warned us she was 
in a mad mood. However, one of the lowly Freshies 
fixed that. Just leave it to the good humor man — Rem- 

Betty Costlow, Fr. 6 

Thanks I 

Especial thanks goes to our typists who did such a 
wonderful job of helping to get our faculty edition out 
on time. There was much material to be typed and re- 
typed (and right in the midst of term papers and exam- 
inations, too ! ) but our dependable staff managed the 
"impossible." With the aid of our grand faculty and an 
understanding and patiently helpful printer, the staff, 
sighing with relief, says — "It came out on time!" 

This month again, our typists have rushed to "the 
rescue" of a harried and hurried staff. We are deeply 
grateful for their loyalty and unselfishness. 


"With malice toward none" and a note of regret, 
we ask that you pardon our publication's being behind 
schedule. We merely state that "due to conditions be- 
yond our control, we are late. Our new motto is: 
"Patience and Fortitude." 

Until we get back on schedule, the staff asks for 
your understanding and cooperation. 

Edda Torr 

A month before the Victory Loan, Marygrove Col- 
lege, Detroit, Michigan, spoke through its student 
paper, The Watch-Tower. "Is it too much to ask you 
to buy Bonds for the preservation of a peace so dearly 

Two colleges, Saint Vincent in Latrobe, Pa., and 
Saint Joseph's in Emitsburg, Md., multiplied their Bond 
sales by preparing mimeographed letters home. "We 
want our peace effort to surpass our war effort. Won't 
you help?" the letters asked. 




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How It All Began 

THIS ISSUE of the Tower Light is another link in 
a long chain of practical jokes and buffoonery, that 
centers around the first day of April. Just where this 
chain first had its beginnings is unknown, but it is be- 
lieved to have originated at the ancient pagan festivals 
held at the vernal equinox, which ended on April 
first. Some authorities claim that England borrowed the 
idea of practical joking on April first from France, while 
others maintain that both England and France got the 
idea from Germany. 

There are those who profess to see the beginnings of 
sending gullible persons off on ridiculous errands, in 
Noah's sending of the dove out of the Ark before the 
water had sufficiently abated — an act which happened on 
the first of April. The devout trace a resemblance be- 
tween the "fools errands" of April first, and the tragic 
journeys of Christ from Pilate to Herod, to Caiphas, 
back to Pilate, and to the Judgment Hall. Since "All 
Fool's Day" often falls during Holy Week, this associa- 
tion is understandable. 

But, no matter how it started, playing jokes on April 
first has become an international pastime. Though the 
victim of the joke is called a "fish" in France, a "cuckoo" 
in Scotland, and a "fool" in England and the United 
States, he still provides the people of the earth with their 
most precious commodity — laughter. It is in this spirit 
that we bring you the April issue of the Tower Light, 
hoping that in it you will find much joy, and a few 
hearty chuckles. 

Mildred Levy, Fr. 6 

Famous Quotations 

(Or reasons why zve have this issue) 

A little nonsense now and then 

Is relished by the wisest men. — Anonymous. 

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. 

Proverbs XV. 

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine. — Proverbs. 

The day most wholly lost is the one on which one 
does not laugh. — Nicholas Chamjort. 

Laffing iz the sensation ov pheeling good all over, 
and showing it principally in one spot. — H. W. Shaw. 

(Continued on page 2) 



* The Grant and the Hassopper 

ONE DUMMER'S say in a hield a fassgropper was 
chopping and hirping about and cinging to his seart's 
hontent. An ant who was carrying a cain of gron to nis 
hest, bassed py. 

The hassgropper asked the ant to come and hat with 

But the little ant said he was boo tusy faying up lood 
for the winter and advised the hassgropper to so the 

The sassgropper haid, "Why wother about hinter? 
We have fenty of plood now." But the bant tontinued 
his coil. 

When cinter wame the hassgropper had fo nood and 
quencecontly hied of dunger. But the ants had fenty of 
plood wall inter. 

The storal to the mory, chy mildren is — all way and 
no plork will send you to a hort but grappy shave. 

* In order to translate this nonsense follow this pro- 
cedure : 

Drink a glassful of carbonated water highly spiked 
with a little lemon juice, vinegar, coca-cola, iodine, sham- 
poo, and a tiny dash of paprika. Then stand on your 
head in front of a mirror from which all the black goo 
has been removed. You will now be either able to 
translate the story or ready for a place where you 
won't need to ! 

Clara Be all Carter, Fr. 2 

(Col. Stoopnagle of S. T. C.) 

Famous Quotations 

(Or reasons why we have this issue) 
(Continued from page 1) 
If you are wise, laugh. — Martial. 

Mirth prolongeth life, and causeth health. 

Nicholas Udall. 

To Be A Good Student 

1. Raise your hand on all occasions, even if you 
don't know the answers. This will fool the instructor 
into thinking you are a "brighty." 

2. Laugh at everything the instructor says. They like 
to think their jokes are laughed at. You may have diffi- 
culty in distinguishing jokes from regular instruction, 
so give a big "ha ha" at every opportunity. 

3. Beat around the bush. An instructor simply gloats 
on hearing someone beat around the bush. Talk for 
hours on anything but the subject at hand. This will al- 
low you to show your wide scope of understanding and 
instructors adore fertile minds. 

4. Never bring one textbook to class : take either none 
or a cartful. No text books will kid the prof into think- 
ing his lectures sufficient and a bookstore will make him 
think he's making the course tough. Either flatters him 

5. Always come to class five minutes late. This will al- 
low the instructor to blow off steam for about ten min- 
utes on tardiness. A good instructor is good for only 
about thirty minutes anyway and has to waste time 
somehow. — The Recorder, Wed., Oct. 10, 1945. Teach- 
ers College of Connecticut. 

Professor: I will not begin today's lecture until the 
room settles down. 

Voice from rear: Have you tried tomato juice, old 
man ? — The Archive, Feb., 1946, Duke University. 

Academic Freedom 

Football Coach (pep talk before the game) : "And re- 
member, boys, that football develops leadership, initia- 
tive and especially individuality. Now get in there and 
do as I say." — Journal of Education, January, 1942. 


Professor: "So you think you could end all unem- 
ployment, do you? And how, if I may be so bold as to 

Student : "Why, I'd put all the men on one island and 
all the women on another." 

Professor: "And what would they be doing then?" 

Student : "Building boats." — Journal of Education, 
Nov., 1941. 


The New York Trip 

East side, west side, on the B. and O. 

We're swaying on the Royal Blue, 

It's to New York we go. 

Boys and girls together, 

Having a wonderful time, 

We're off to the Convention 

And the good old New York clime. 

East side, west side, back to Towsontown ; 

We had a most exciting time, 

But boy ! are we worn down ! 

There was a fine convention, 

We had our moments of cheer. 

We're sure you would have liked it, too ; 

Be sure to go next year. 

— E. M. 


Thursday A. M. — 

Since Thursday begins in the early hours, 

I'll tell what happened to a group of ours. 

After Como we were as gay as a lark — 

Some of us on Fifth Avenue, others in Central Park. 

While we were walking down Park Avenue, 

The Waldorf-Astoria loomed into view. 

We decided at once that we should go in 

But Don said, "No, that would be a sin." 

But into the hotel we gaily went 

To see how other fortunes were spent. 

Out we came and home we flew; 

We'd seen enough for a day or two. 

So after an evening of gaiety 

We woke in the morning to reveille. 

After a breakfast of toast and tea, 

We were off to the studio of N. B. C. 

Our tour was one of radio broadcasting, 

Which we will remember to time everlasting. 

We thought we were traveling on an even keel, 

Till Millie fell down and lost her heel. 

Others went to the Music Hall, 

Where once inside we stood in awe. 

Huge mirrors inlaid with gold 

Were truly a memorable sight to behold. 

The stage itself is really gigantic, 

Almost as big as the ship — Titanic. 

First came the movie, a world premiere, 

The story of Gilda, who had no fear. 

After the movie, the stage was set, 

But this was no reason for us to fret, 

For onto the stage came the shapely Rockettes, 

The sight of which one never forgets. 

APRIL • 1946 

How to use the Card Catalog 

Suppose you want a book on dogs — 

1. First, look up the word "dog" ; but, of course, you 
won't find the word, because whoever heard of a dog 
writing a book? 

2. What you will have to do is go through all of the 
drawers until you find someone who has written a book 
on dogs. 

3. Then, look under the subject of dogs. If the book 
is listed under this subject, you can be sure the book 
will be suitable. 

4. Now look for some cards on cats. Isn't the printing 
pretty ? 

Puzzword Crossle 

In doing a puzzword crossle, one must guess the defi- 
nitions which fit the letters in the spaces. One can readily 
see that this procedure is exactly opposite to the one 
used in solving a crossword puzzle. Now go to it ! 

1 n 2 i 3 i 4 i 

sp p p | p 

| e T T | T | T | 

7 Y Y | Y Y 

Answer : 
Across — 

1. parts of the human anatomy 

5. vegetable 

3. afternoon parties 

7. having wisdom 

Down — 

1. Irene Pat Terry Young (abbrev.) 

2. the word "pity" scrambled 

3. Isaac Peter Thomas Yokiun (abbrev.) 

4. four letters of the alphabet 

Norma Appel, Fr. 2 

NEW YORK TRIP— Continued 

Next on the program came the ballet, 
Dressed like puppets bright and gay. 
This show was one seldom topped 
But all was over when the curtain dropped. 
Our next stop was the conference, which was an exhi- 
bition of real intelligence. 
Now ends my tale of Thursday morn. 
Don't you wish you'd come — along ! 

Betty Johnson 


(Demonstration Night Stunt — Remember?) 

We girls of '48 began to cogitate 
About our teachers, and we all agree 
That each one has his special — 

And since we've got the time, 
We'll tell it all in rhyme. 
And take 'em all in from "A" down to ' 
You'll find each one's a different — 

Let's take B. BROUWER first. 
And we will do our worst 
To criticize and analyze. 
Her art's O. K. — we all say — 
O. K. 

But when we do our stuff, 
We find the going rough, 
Until she gives us an "A" — or a "B". 
That's what we call a charming — 


That holds the girls entranced; 
His jitterbugging is something to see. 
We're all so fond of HARTLEY'S — 

The girls liked HARTLEY'S hair, 
And now it isn't there; 

But that just makes him more charming to see. 
He certainly has a varied — 

He takes pictures, too, 
Of me and you; 
And getting us right in view, 
And then we watch the birdie — 
Smile Purty. 

And in his history class 
We learn our lessons fast, 
To tune of news time and photography. 
We think he has a perfect — 

Let's take MISS DANIELS now, 
Who simply shows us how 
To touch our toes without bending the knee. 
To help give us a better — 

When college summons all, 
And then we meet MISS KAHL; 
And her youth we surprisingly see. 
The students rush forth — eager to learn — 

She really makes us bend 
And twist and turn and then 
Lots of improvement you'll very soon see, 
When we step out to show our — 

She knows the ins and outs, 
And everything about 
The U. N. O. and tyranny. 
She teaches everything with 
Originality ! 

First touch your toes with your fingertips, 
It's bound to give you slender hips. 
We never fail to exercise — 
We're wise! 

But when KAHL appears and work's begun 
A chapter looms that must be done; 
And outlines, too, are assigned to you — 
Boo Hoo! 

And from the Baltimore Sun 
Our Alma Mater has won 
Two great big pages of publicity, 
Due to MISS DANIEL'S course in — 

But without rebuff, 
She really knows her stuff. 
As any fool can easily see, 
She has a well developed - 
Historyality ! 



To DR. JOE YOUNG WEST, who always gives 

those tests, 
The sophomore class hereby has a request. 
We "Sweet Young Things" you torture 
Really need a rest. 

And when you enter the room, we all begin to fume, 
We never know what the future will bring — 
Ten page examinations 
Sure top everything. 

Astronomy is heavenly, 
Geology's so earthly, 
But that's all a mystery 
To me. 

Now we don't think we're smart ; 
Just take a glance at our marks. 
We're sure it soon will be easy to see 
We ought to learn to use our — 

The class of '48 
Has made its estimate 
Of some teachers at S. T. C. 
We found that each one has a 

You're high in our esteem, 
We find you're on the beam ; 
You're everything that our teachers should be. 
We wouldn't trade a single 

We feel that you'll aspire 
To mark our papers higher 
With "As" ; no "Bs" ; and, please, no "Cs". 
Start the new day in this way. 
O. K.? 

In spite of stringy hair, 
We girls may get somewhere ; 
We've found the "Open Sesame". 
We know what makes the teachers 

■j? -J;.'." ■•:'... . 

When music class begins 

And all the Jenny Linds 

Give their voice to some juvenile songs, 

You'll find that EMMA WEYFORTH 

Really rings the gong. 

Her class in elements 

The students all lament 

As they approach the piano to play. 

You'll find them pleading vainly — 

Do I have to stay. 

Take the melody, make a harmony, 
Run the scale of G — now a minor key ; 
Then add your chords — so, la, ti, do — 
You know! 

And when the Glee Club sings, 

Her little foot she swings. 

Ah ! Sure 'tis ever a sight to behold. 

But there is no mistaking, 

She has a heart of gold. 

APRIL • 1946 

Class Conscious 
Jim : "I see by the paper that nine professors and one 
student were killed in a wreck." 

Charlie: "Poor chap." — Journal of Education, 
April, 1941. 


School principal (praying at chapel exercises) : "O 
Lord, bless those who are called on to teach." 

Voice in student body : "And don't forget those called 
on to recite." — Journal of Education, February, 1941. 

Laundry Not to Blame 

"I failed my history test," Frank moaned to his room- 

"But I thought you had all the answers written on 
your cuff." 

"Yeah, I did," was the sorrowful reply, "but I acci- 
dentally put on my geography shirt." — Journal of Ed- 
ucation, February, 1940. 

Absent-minded Dean (knocking on the gates of St. 
Peter) : "C'mon open up here or I'll throw the whole 
fraternity out." — Journal of Education, June, 1939. 

Let Dr. Becker 

Look To His Laurels! 

Nay, more, let the 'Gyptian mummies do likewise! 
'TWAS A year or so ago, when, lo! the august East- 
ern and Western High Schools celebrated the 100th 
anniversary of their august founding. On this historic 
occasion many a one-time attendant upon one or the 
other of the above institutions, now temporarily or semi- 
permanently attached to the S. T. C. at Towson, found 
herself at the Lyric, along with several thousand others. 
One of these, a certain Miss Barkley, encountered a 
no less certain Miss Weyforth in the lobby of the 
above-mentioned Lyric. Said the former to the latter, 
"So you're one of us. What was your class?" But the 
wary latter said, "Ah no, you are not getting me to 
give my age away like that." Then, on second thought, 
she added, "But why should I hesitate? I have reason to 
be proud. I was in that first graduation class, whose 
venerability we have tonight celebrated." At this the 
former laughed, and the latter, feeling she had said 
something — oh, so humorous — smugly wended her 
way to the exit. 

But pride goeth before a fall. On the steps outside, the 
former "latter," now the sole faculty participant in this 
narrative, found herself in the company of a bevy of S. 
T. C. maidens. "Oh," said they, "we didn't know you 
went to one of our high schools!" And now the once- 
wary faculty member, rashly prepared that pit of de- 
struction that awaits the proud. Having got one laugh 
by that remark about the one hundred years removed 
graduation, she thought she would try it again. So she 
said, "Yes, I went to Western ! Why I was in that first 
class that you heard about tonight." "Oh, you were?" 
said Evelyn Morris (the truth will out), "why I think 
it's a shame they didn't have you on the platform!" 
"Isn't it, though," said the startled and chastened fac- 
ulty member. "Dr. Becker said he was a museum piece, 
but he would have had nothing on me. Send for the 

By this time Evelyn and the others had done some 
mental arithmetic and had begun to suspect that 
maybe — 

But then, when one is in one's teens — of what con- 
sequence is a matter of six or seven decades on the life 
of one past — well, say — twenty-nine ! 

Sic transit gloria juventutis. 

*Guadeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus ! 
Post jucundam juventutem, 

Post molestam senectutem, Nos habebit humus, 

{Continued on page 8) 

To The Editor 

HAVE YOU been thinking recently about that book 
that you are going to write when you are no longer 
editor of a magazine? Long before writing your book, 
you, being you, probably have known to whom it is to be 
inscribed as a compliment. But when "finis" has been 
signed and the moment for phrasing the dedication is 
upon you, just what expression are you going to use? 
Have you thought of that? 

Many authors before you have been left with energy 
for no message longer than "To T. L.", or "For My 
Roommate". But in complimenting Babs, Don Marquis's 
inscription was more elaborate : "Dedicated to Babs, 
with Babs knows what, and Babs knows why," he put 
on the empty white page prefixing his book Archy and 
Mehitabel. And having explained How To Be A Her- 
mit in 328 pages, Will Cuppy dedicated his pages "To 
Isabel Paterson — than whom there is no, — well, than 
whom there just isn't, that's all." 

Don't forget that families have to be recognized as 
factors in a beginner's life while she is making herself 
an author. Louise Randall Pierson admitted they 
laughed : "This book is for the family who laughed 
when I sat down to the typewriter — they didn't know 
I was going to write a book," she confessed in her ded- 
ication of Roughly Speaking. Barbara Woollcott knew 
what to expect of the family's reactions to her first 
book, None But A Mule; she offered it "To My Fam- 
ily — gingerly." 

By the time you are dedicating your tenth or twelfth 
book to an initialed S. T. C. or B. W. there will be 
reasons within reasons for choosing the one to be hon- 
ored. Louise Andrews Kent, you know, presented her 
tenth, Mrs. Appleyard's Year, to initials, for several 
reasons: "To E. T. A. — because while she and the 
author disagree about politics and the way to make 
lemonade, they like each other's families, hold the same 
strong views on shellac and asparagus fern, cherish 
curly maple bureaus with cats to match, and laugh at 
the same jokes — twice if necessary." After offering 
her book to one with whom she disagreed about poli- 
tics, Mrs. Kent apparently worried, as, be reminded, 
authors must, about the possibility of E. T. A.'s trying 
to identify herself with two or three of the characters 
who appeared from time to time during Mrs. A's 
"Year." And so, for protection, on the page facing the 
dedication, Louise Andrews Kent made it clear that 
"The author asserts that any resemblance between Mrs. 
Appleyard, members of her family, or other characters 
in this book, and any real person or persons, including 
the Scandinavian, is purely coincidental, and she can't 
think how it happened." {Continued on page 7) 



1 . Excerpt from test paper in Community Hygiene : 

"An important activity of the United States Public 
Health Service is to maintain a leopard colony." (The 
U. S. P. H. S. provides segregation and hospitaliza- 
tion for lepers.) 

2. Letting the child show his initiative: 

Students in history class were disturbed because 
some had found in their reading that George Washing- 
ton's mother had little influence upon his life while 
others had come across statements depicting Wash- 
ington's mother as a forceful and dominant factor in 
her son's life. 

The teacher of the class, always anxious for students 
to use source materials, asked how they should deal 
with such an impasse. After a few moments of reflec- 
tion, a student on the back row raised her hand. 

"If I were teaching," she said, "I should tell the chil- 
dren both points of view and let them decide what 
Washington's mother was like." 

3. The third grade was reviewing the life of the He- 
brews. In the midst of his story, one little boy re- 
marked : 

"Moses brought the Ten Commandments down from 
the mountains written on a pill." 

"Oh, no," the teacher interrupted, "not a pill, a 

"Yes, a tablet," the child agreed. 

4. The Habit of Politeness: 

The teacher in personal hygiene class had rolled the 
skeleton out of its box for use in problems of posture. 
As she talked to the students she stepped to one side 
and hit against the skeleton. 

"O, I beg your pardon," she exclaimed, and then, 
turning, looked into the face of the skeleton. 

Anita S. Dowell. 

Health Class 

Dr. Dowell : "How far have you gotten in your re- 
port on Vitamin B ?" 

Mim Galprin: "Well, I just started the history, but 
I don't know whether it's the same history you have or 

P. S. — Suitable explanation of statement followed. 

Elsie Wagner, Soph. 6 
A*PRIL • i;946 

Choir Buds 

A LANKY adolescent boy hustled pell-mell down the 
stairway to the choir dressing rooms until suddenly ar- 
rested by the sight of some two dozen unfamiliar college 
girls getting into cassocks and surplices. Abruptly he 
halted, swung about precariously, and bolted back up 
the stairs. After some minutes of recovery and doubt- 
less pressed for time, he again came resolutely down 
the stairs and hastily donned ceremonial vestments. 
Miss MacDonald offered a friendly query. 

"Are you an acolyte?" 

A score of eyes were directed his way and a like 
number of ears tuned in on the reply. It was satisfyingly 
audible and to the point. "No," he said as he retreated 
stairward, still pulling on his garments. Agape with the 
novelty and abruptness of it all, a freshman exclaimed 
in sympathetic concern: 

"Miss MacDonald, did you ask that boy if he had 
epilepsy?" M. C. Bersch. 

Information, Please! 
"Miss Yoder, can you tell me the name of that little 
green book I used in my unit last year?" 

M. Yoder. 

TO THE EDITOR— (Continued from page 6) 

All authors of novels must be cautious. They usually 
disclaim having known anybody like any of their char- 
acters (which is sometimes a handicap you've noticed). 
And they are apt to be blunt about it ; as John Steinbeck 
for Cannery Row: "The people, places, and events in 
this book are, of course, fictions and fabrications." 
Bruce Marshall narrows it down to living people when, 
after saying it is "For Sheila — who may one day read 
this book," he declares of The World, The Flesh, and 
Father Smith that "All the characters in this novel are 
entirely imaginary and any similarity between their 
names and occupations and those of people at present 
alive is accidental." That all names and characters are 
fictional and any resemblance that may seem to exist to 
real persons is purely coincidental may be expressed 
very compactly, as Evelyn Waugh proves in his "Au- 
thor's Note" in Brideshead Revisited when he states 
"I am not I ; thou art not he or she ; they are not they." 
How will you protect yourself — "nobody is anybody," 
perhaps? Or isn't your book going to be a novel? 

Margaret Barkley. 

He Gave His All for Science 

THE LIFE-LONG work of Professor Murgatroyed P. 
Snozzlefop has at last been revealed to the scientific 
world. Professor Snozzlefop (we will call him Murgy 
for short), well, Murgy spent sixty-seven long years 
of arduous research endeavoring to find out how many 
times the average American female blinks her eyes in 
a minute. That is the puzzle of the ages to which Murgy 
dedicated his life. He attacked the problem with fanat- 
ical zeal. Years were spent in observing eyes : brown 
eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, red eyes (she had been 
crying), grey eyes and black eyes. These hours of ob- 
servation were most exacting ; with stop-watch in hand 
Murgy kept accurate count of eyelid twitches. He com- 
piled volumes upon volumes of minute data. To illus- 
trate just exactly how comprehensive his records were, 
we include excerpts from Volume 437, page 3522 : 
"January 11, 1946 

2 :42 to 2 :43 P. M. Ginny Franz blinked her eyes 
3 times. 

2 :44 to 2 :45 P. M. Shirley Vance blinked her eyes 
12 times. 

January 16, 1946 

9:31 to 9:32 A. M. Ginny Franz— 17 blinks. 
9:14 to 9:15 A. M. Shirley Vance— 23 blinks." 
As you can readily see, Murgy was most exacting in 
his annotations. But did Murgy stop with that? No! 
he did not ; he made charts, plotted graphs and then 
spent long hours studying them. Finally he evolved a 
stupendous theory. We have this theory today only 
because Murgy was forced to halt his work on account 
of a physical disability — he has trouble focusing his 
eyes. His theory — leave well enough alone. The eyes 
have it. Meeting adjourned. 

Don Hammerman, Soph. 3 


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A year ago — 

There was newly broken earth along the Hudson 
and across the Atlantic a man felt suddenly 
lonely as he smoked his black cigar. 

A year ago — 

Strong men were hammering at a place named 
Okinawa when something called Kamikaze came 
out of the sky. 

A year ago — 

Leaders named Eisenhower, Patton, and Bradley 
were proclaiming victories in Dresden, Leipzig 
and Madgeburg. 

A year ago — 

New life pushed toward the sun but found death 
on the top soil. 

And 'tis Spring again— 

They say that peace has come to stay. 

In New York — 

The UN is meeting and its wheels come to a slow 
grind at the impasses which smell slightly at 

In Paris — 

The foreign ministers are stewing over affairs of 
state and a horse named "Discord" continues to 
win in the daily doubles. 

In Europe and Asia — 

People — young, old, and little ones — are starving 
and malnutrition prepares crooked mold for the 
next generation. 

So this Spring—New life pushes toward the sun. 
There is no killing but other things still stalk — 
should we forget. 

F. S. 



A Bridge to the North Star The Tower Clock 

AS HE WENT about his evening chores, Craig felt 
very disconsolate and lonely. He realized the need of 
milking cows and feeding pigs, and he wanted to be 
helpful to his parents, but he just didn't want to be a 
farmer. He wanted to be an engineer; to build bridges 
and skyscrapers and other big things. 

Closing the barn door for the night, Craig saw the 
north star. How far away it was! He remembered 
what Mr. Gregory, the high school principal, had said 
at commencement, "Our most outstanding student 
and one who, we know, will go far, is Craig Matthews. 
We wish him all the success in the world. We know 
that he will make a great engineer." 

"But how can I be anything if I can't go to college!" 
Craig mumbled as he walked out on the back porch of 
his home. "It just isn't fair." College was as far away 
as the north star. 

"Wipe off your feet before you come in." That was 
his mother speaking from the kitchen where she was 
preparing the evening meal. Craig walked into the 
familiar kitchen. There were three chairs which his 
mother had received for a wedding present, and there 
was the table which had been in the family for cen- 
turies. The center leg was off but it still stood. Craig 
looked at his mother working over the stove. How 
old she looked and how tired! All of her life she had 
been working for him. 

If I could just go to college and be something he 
thought, then she wouldn't have to work anymore. 
Mrs. Matthews looked at her son as he washed his 
hands. "How very much like his father," she thought. 
"Tall and lean, skin browned from the sun and wind, 
black hair and shining blue eyes." Just then she heard 
the car stop out back and she knew that Luke was 
home from town. She knew he'd be hungry so she 
hurried to put the food on the table. 

"Hi, Marie. Supper ready?" 

"In a minute, Luke. I'm just putting it on the table." 

As they sat around the table, Craig made up his 
mind that he was going to ask them tonight. He had 
figured it all out. If he could only go to the city and 
work, he could save enough money to go to school. 
It might take a couple of years, but he'd get there. 
He could get a job maybe in a contractor's office as 
clerk or something. "I'll ask them now," he thought. 


"Yes, son?" 


(Continued on page 7) 

HERE I AM walking. I do quite a bit of walking in 
the early spring. It's fun to amble along and notice 
little blossoming buds, greening grass, newly dressed 
pine trees and singing birds. Today I happened to 
look upon the Ad Building and the cupola on top, 
which houses my subject for the moment — the old 
tower clock. 

Oh, I've seen it before! In fact, I've seen it many 
times each day. Yet, I can stare and no matter how 
often I stare at the old time piece, I never see the 
same things I saw the times before. 

The sun is just sinking beyond the hill and our 
Alma Mater is still "stately rising on the hilltop, rosy 
in the sunset glow." The clock is clanging six. The 
aged building quivers with the vibration. The whole 
world suddenly hushes and one has ears only for the 
beauty and solemnity of the sound. 

For a moment I listened to the echoes from the 
hillsides and then began to wonder. It, meaning the 
tower clock, seems to be the center of life at S.T.C. 
One always hears Father Time chime away the golden 
hours of Youth — hours filled with hard work and 
carefree play, hours filled with joy and sadness, hours 
filled with lone and dislike, and hours filled with the 
beautiful dreams of tomorrow. Yes, one wakes, eats, 
works, plays, and sleeps with the ever faithful tower 

Now the green-roofed cupola is perfectly outlined 
against the crimson gold of the evening sky. The 
whole building stands stationary below it. Together 
they symbolize the firm, honored stronghold of under- 
standing against ignorance. 

Entranced, I stood there as the sun slowly descended 
beyond and below the horizon. I stood there as the 
sky darkened and the paling twilight tripped across it. 
I stood there while the night chased the twilight 
swiftly from view. I stood there while twinkling little 
stars peeped out and began to sparkle. I stood there 
until the silvery moon filled in the last blank space in 
the heaven. 

Once more my gaze rested upon the old tower clock 
now reigning in all its glory under the starlit empyrean. 
Only then did I become conscious of Father Time's 
stealthy passing. So, reluctantly turning my back 
upon the old watchman of the night, I walked slowly 
on as the seven stroke reverberated in the clear calm 
of the early spring night. 

Mary Lou Wallace, Freshman 6 


The Junk Shop 

DESPITE THE exigent demands of her administra- 
tive duties, Dr. Wiedefeld finds time to keep in contact 
with children through writing. Here, the Tower 
Light proudly presents three of her verses for children. 
We think they are among the most charming and ap- 
pealing writings ever prepared for youngsters. 

The lollipop and 

the chocolate drop 

A lollipop and a chocolate drop 
Fell out of a baby's bag. 
They lay on the floor behind the door, 
In the folds of a dusting rag. 

The lollipop's tears fell thick and sweet, 
They tasted of sugar and spice. 
He said to the chocolate drop, "Drop my dear, 
My wooden leg needs some ice." 

The chocolate drop's sides were beginning to melt, 

The nut in her head was aching. 

She said to the lollipop, "Pop my sweet, 

My peppermint heart is breaking." 

My Bed 

My bed is dressed up every day 
I cannot see the reason, 
For I undress it every night, 
In every kind of season. 

Its clothes are always spick and span — 
They smell so fresh and sweet, 
With every wrinkle pressed out smooth 
In pillowcase and sheet. 

The blankets are so soft and warm, 
The quilts are filled with down, 
The counterpanes are scalloped silk 
Just like a lady's gown. 

I think my bed is dressed for me, 
I come each night to call, 
And play that I'm a fairy prince 
On my way to the fairy ball. 

I snuggle down between the sheets 
My head to the pillow pressed, 
And when the morning comes again 
My bed is all undressed. 
MAY • 1946 

A junk shop man 
Lives on our street. 
The nicest man 
You'd want to meet. 

His shop is filled 
With rarest junk, 
A spinning wheel, 
A pirate's trunk. 

The things are piled 
Upon the floor; 
They fill the shelves, 
And crowd the door. 

They're old and worn 
And filled with dust. 
The oldest things 
Are gray with must. 

The warming pans 
Date all the way 
From long ago 
In Grandma's day. 

The queer old chest 
With wrought iron lock 
Is older than 
The Terry clock. 

The old settee, 
Awry and worn! 
Its arms are bent 
Its cover torn. 

The pewter plates 
And blue delft mugs 
Are on the .shelves 
With cute brown jugs. 

The junk man's shop 
Can hold no more, 
He's moving to 
The second floor. 


The poster beds 
And windsor chairs 
And patch work quilts 
Are stored upstairs. 


He'll fill the house 
Up to the top, 
Then have to find 
A new junk shop. 

M. Theresa Wiedefeld 

Day and Night 

Day is the beacon of individuality 
One and many deeds thereof 
To be seen, heard and witnessed. 

Night is the soothing balm of all mankind 

It hovers and hides from sight 

The harrassed earth, the wicked world. 

Jane Downing 


By Harold Taylor 

President, Sarah Lawrence College 


[Editor's Note: From Pageant Magazine, we have 
this pertinent article. Does President Taylor" 
"College Girl" coincide with the S.T.C. co-ed?] 

THE EDUCATION of women in this country has 
been a by-product of the education of men. When 
women found they could not enter men's colleges, 
except under protest and the quota system, they 
formed colleges of their own. When they did so, 
however, they worked in the shadow of the man's 

They kept the traditional college structure, with the 
same academic attitudes, customs and courses of study. 
Even after the number of women in the state uni- 
versities was allowed to expand, women's education 
differed very little from men's. 

One result was that a minority of serious young 
women, eager for a liberal education, filled the few 
private women's colleges. The majority, attending 
large state-supported universities, were forced to ac- 
cept the environment into which they came. They 
played a secondary role, assigned to them by the men 
already there. 

True, some of the most advanced experiments in 
general education have been made in women's colleges. 
New ways of teaching and learning have been tried, 
new courses have been taught. But these rare innova- 
tions have taken place in private colleges. State- 
supported universities have made no serious effort to 
provide for the special needs of women's liberal edu- 
cation. Thus few college women are given adequate 
aid for the kind of life they could lead if their studies 
dealt with their major interests. 

An illustration can be seen in the way women in the 
large coeducational universities have copied the fra- 
ternity system. Their sororities usually are pre- 
occupied with dressing well, excluding undesirable 
women and finding desirable men. The support this 
gives to class and race consciousness, to social snob- 
bery and to materialistic values has had serious 
social effects. 

Yet the college woman, as visioned in the public 
mind, is a sorority girl. She is a popular, pretty, alert, 
sexually attractive girl who decorates the football 
stadiums, open cars, ballrooms and bars of America. 
Popular literature, the radio and the movies all sustain 
the sorority model. 

Our writers and film producers are not entirely to 
blame, however. The educational system itself has 
presented them with the model. The actual life of a 
large coeducational university frequently is carried on 
outside the classroom . Extra-curricular activities often 
have been the most important educational factors ex- 
perienced by the students. Thus they tend to develop 
characteristics contrary to our expressed educational 

Fortunately, it is possible to see the origin of this 
pattern of behavior, and thus in some sense to be 
armed against it. The pattern was stabilized, if not 
made, in the years following the last war, by the 
generation we have come to refer to as "lost." During 
the Depression a new kind of student began to develop 
although a dominant "collegiate" type remained. The 
new student was serious about college work, interested 
in social theory, determined to take advantage of the 
one opportunity open for economic advancement. 

During the past six years, new events have im- 
pressed themselves on our society. Relations between 
worker and employer, husband and wife, economics 
and politics, government and industry have altered 

Similarly, the character of the college woman has 
altered. With the departure of the college men, and 
their slow return, college women found themselves 
dominating our campuses. They edited newspapers, 
were elected to student councils, worked part time in 
factories, collected food, bandages, clothing, money for 
war and relief agencies. Many who previously had 
seen no reason to take an active part in community 
affairs worked with trade unions, the YWCA, the 
churches and the USO. Others left college to replace 
the men who had left industry. Still others went into 
the military services. 

Something else happened to our young women. 
They fell in love with the boys who were their friends. 
Love itself quickened its step. Our young women were 
involved in the three major crises of mankind — 
marriage, birth, death — at a point in their lives when 
less drastic experiences would ordinarily have been 
their lot. They assumed responsibilities for the care 
of their own children and for building homes. The 
women who went into uniform were given many tasks 
formerly assigned to men, and carried them out effici- 

The young men who were their contemporaries were 
maturing with equal speed, but in different ways. 
Now that may of them are home again, their attitude 
toward higher education is one of respect and earnest 



participation. This attitude has its counterpart in 
college women. Between them, our boys and girls are 
helping to change the character of higher education in 
this country. 

In general, these young people are searching for a 
set of values to believe in and live by. And they are 
looking to their teachers for help in finding it. This 
fact reveals itself in two ways — in their desire to study 
philosophical subjects (and their concern for religious 
problems), and in their requests for help in choosing a 

Through her experience in industry and social work 
during the war, the college woman has begun to think 
of a future which includes many alternatives. The 
conventional role of the young college woman, that of 
wife and mother, is not accepted without question. 
Women have had a taste of the quality of living pos- 
sible through diverse activities. They are not as ready 
as the last generation to accept motherhood as an 
exclusive goal. 

We have the new spectacle of college girls returning 
to the campus with their husbands and children, com- 
pleting their college work and sometimes going on to 
graduate work with their husbands. They are be- 
ginning to assume more of the freedoms of the male. 
Their husbands assume family tasks almost as often 
as they do. 

What this will mean in a new pattern of family re- 
lations is still not clear. It will at least mean that many 
of the young American women whose intellectual and 
social interests have been awakened by college will go 
on with those interests to a far greater degree than 
ever before. It will also mean that the raising of chil- 
dren will be only part of woman's life, and that the 
need for social agencies to care for young children will 
increase. In recent years, the use of the nursery school 
for the care of children has made many more women con- 
scious of its benefits for both the children and themselves. 

Women in colleges are showing greater seriousness 
in two other ways: they are more politically conscious, 
and more critical of their own education. This is true 
also in the case of the men. The war speeded up these 
developments. Women students inevitably were in- 
terested in events abroad and at home in which their 
own interests were so fully involved, and in which 
their friends, brothers, sisters and husbands were play- 
ing an active part. They are concerned that the years 
following their graduation from college provide eco- 
nomic opportunities for themselves and for the men 
they marry. They are more conscious of uncertainties, 
thus more intent upon knowledge. 
MAY • 1946 

They are highly critical of dogmatic solutions to our 
social problems. In general, they do not seem to align 
themselves with any specific political group. In general, 
their political sympathies lie with the liberal members 
of all parties, and with the broad interests of labor. 
They favor individuals who support democratic social 
action on specific issues. Their hopes are for new forms 
of democracy. 

The approach of the college woman to politics is 
usually by way of social science studied in the class 
room. She seeks knowledge by which informed de- 
cisions about politics may be made. With this knowl- 
edge goes a new sense of power. She exchanges opin- 
ions with members of other colleges, visits them to dis- 
cover what they are thinking about educational and 
political questions. 

Inside their own colleges they are not accepting 
passively the educational ideas of their professors. 
They are beginning to ask more questions about the 
courses they are required to study. To judge from 
their attitude it will not be long before the students 
tell the educators what kind of education women need 
and insist on having. 

In short, the college woman of this generation is 
more adult, more mature, more serious and more 
conscious of the role she can play in the life of her 
country than ever before. Individuals who had these 
qualities have come from the colleges for the past 30 
years. Now there are many more, and they are aware 
of one another. 

Before the war, critics of Ameiican youth deplored 
the frivolity, softness and lack of discipline in our 
college boys and girls. Many today repeat these mis- 
conceptions and demand more discipline, regulation 
and severity in dealing with students. The attitude 
often expresses itself in the delight educators take in 
introducing compulsory courses and "stiff" require- 
ments for academic work. 

But American college men and women have met the 
challenge of war with a will and an intelligence which 
mark them as adults. They will meet the challenge of 
peace and of college education as adults. They will 
make their own morality as adults, and will not agree 
to live by political or social ideals imposed on them by 
the older generation. The college woman today needs 
friendly guidance and advice from educators who, 
realizing that the younger generation has already 
grown up, will discuss on terms of equality the prob- 
lem of youth as a problem for everybody. 

(Continued on page 8) 

THE ARMY UNIVERSITY— Biarittz, France 

WHEN THE WAR ended in Europe and hopes were 
high that Japan would soon follow the perogative set 
by Germany, the U. S. Army began to put into effect 
its long planned reconversion. Reconversion of the GI 
back to a civilian status, the really big problem, was 
long planned. 

Primarily, the Army's problem in Europe concerned 
over three million service personnel who were idle 
after the last shot was fired at the last Hun running 
across the hill. Of course, of the three million, not all 
were idle — many shipped immediately to Japan, 
many prepared and trained for eventual shipment, 
others; the service troops (Ordnance, Quartermaster, 
Transportation Corp, Engineers), were confronted 
with problems as large as when the conflict in Europe 
was in progress. 

Many were idle. Combat troops, infantry, artillery 
men, anti-aircraft men, pilots, gunners, bombardiers 
of the Air Corps, whose primary business was fighting, 
had nothing to do when the fighting stopped. Also, 
there were many idle from the hospitals, from units 
that were scheduled for occupation. 

The Army's reconversion of the GI took into account 
his idleness — something for him to do was the aim, 
but, this "something" was not to train for further 
useful service in the army — rather it was to be pri- 
marily beneficial to the individual preparing for the 
time when he would be a civilian. 

Schools were established — all kinds of schools: 
schools within a company, regimental schools, Division 
corps, and Army schools; and there were even uni- 

Fundamentally these schools differed greatly — the 
only common grounds of similarity was that they were 
all to reconvert. Courses offered in the schools (not 
including the universities) were widely varied : Algebra, 
History, Music, Art — academic subjects; Blacksmith- 
ing, Auto mechanics, welding, truck-driving for the job 

Probably, the most successful and definitely the 
one plan that was long-planned and entailed a great 
expense was the Army Universities. One was estab- 
ished in England and the other at Biarritz, France. 

Here is a brief outline of what the University at 
Biarritz, France was like: 

1. Instructors — selected from both military and 
civilian sources. Military men of all ranks who at one 
time as civilians were either instructors in accredited 
schools or colleges in the United States or connected 
with the education system. Professors (civilian) were 

borrowed from educational institutions in the United 
States. They were contracted for, paid and transported 
by the Army in cooperation with institutions in the 
United States. By and large, they were all authorities 
in their field and granted leaves of absence to travel 
and render services to the armed services. Contracts 
with the Army were normally seven to twelve months 
with an option of renewal by the instructor. 

2. Courses offered — Typical of the Universities in 
the U. S. with an enrollment of 4,000 or more, art, 
music, abstract sciences, social sciences, languages, etc. 
were offered. 

3. Textbooks and materials were shipped from the 
United States Armed Forces Institutes and were 
brought by the instructors. Herein was the one great 
obstacle to an entirely successful University across 
the seas — a library large enough to meet the needs of 
so large a university could not easily be provided when 
ships and shipping space was still urgently needed to 
transport fighting men and supplies to another battle 
front. Texts and one or two additional references were 
available for all courses; having been loaded and 
shipped the minute hostilities ceased. But a large 
library was lacking. 

4. The unversity on the continent opened at the 
beautiful little seaside resort town of Biarritz on 
August 16, 1945 with 4000 men and women of the 
U. S. Armed forces. There were enlisted men, enlisted 
women officers, male nurses and war officers. Enlisted 
personnel of all grades numbered 12 to each officer. 

Prior to August 14 and 15, when four trainloads of 
1000 people each detrained at Biarritz, the administra- 
tive staff under command of General McCrusky had 
prepared for their coming. Billets and classrooms were 
requested and obtained from the French. All hotels 
and mansions were made ready for occupancy; many 
of the rooms overlooking the large beaches, where 
thousands of people gathered daily, and the coast of 
Spain which were occupied in peacetime at $21 a day 
by vacationists. Food, clothing, and PX supplies were 
stored, movie houses were set up, tennis courts cleaned ; 
nets, racquets and balls were provided. Last, but not 
least, bathing trunks were added for a swim or a sun- 
burn after the days studies were over. 

5. The courses offered were to be of eight weeks 
duration, very similar to the summer sessions of the 
universities in the United States. As soon as one 8 
week term was completed, another was to begin with 
a new group of 4000 students. 

(Continued on page 8) 


STAND BY! Your A. A. is preparing for action! 
On April 30th, there was an A. A. Assembly held in 
the gym, at which time a volleyball tournament was 
held. Each section was represented by a team. The 
Freshmen proved their worth by taking the "final" 
from the Senior Team which had two men players. 

Our new cheerleaders made their debut at this time. 
All in all, the Athletic Assembly was a big success, with 
everyone either on the floor playing or in the balcony 
cheering a "favorite team." 

There was a presentation of those coveted awards to 
people who have earned them by going out for elec- 
tives. The following awards were given : 
Stars: Nancy Cronhardt 
Betty Townshend 
Letters: Mary Caples 

Marjorie Carrier 
Ruth Cronhardt 
Charlotte Diener 
Numerals: Dorothea Chenoworth 
Phyllis Convell 
Mary Belle Cox 
Gloria Lory 
Elizabeth Schisler 

Mary Caples, Jr. 1 

Art Class 

SPRfNG IS HERE — and no other group can ap- 
preciate it more than Mrs. Brouwer's Junior and 
Senior Art class. You'll find them with their para- 
phernalia on the campus glorifying Mother Nature on 
paper. Among the successful projects we have is clay 
work, casting those well used horses heads — not to 
mention the original ceramics that spring forth. 
Throughout this project we obtained experience with 
the kiln. No doubt the students will not forget the 
little white light that was supposed to turn red when 
electricity was applied. 

Then came our leather work. Here was changed a 
mere hide into objects of beauty (matter of opinion) 
such as slippers, wallets, coin purses and jewelry. 

Insignificant as all this may appear we realize only 
too well how vitally important all this is to a teaching 



"Without art 
There is no civilization 
Without civilization 
There is no man" — S.R. 

Bernice Shugar, Jr. 4 


{Continued from page 2) 

"Pa, I 



He just couldn't ask them. He knew that his father 
couldn't do without him very well. I'll just have to 
think of another way," he thought. 

"Oh, by the way, son, there's a letter for you in my 
overcoat pocket. I picked it up while I was in town 

"A letter? Forme?" 

Craig pushed back his chair and hurried over to the 
clothes hooks on the kitchen door. 

"Whom could I be getting a letter from?" he thought 
as reached into the pocket. As he looked at the enve- 
lope, his heart sank to his feet. "United States War 
Department," he read. He tore open the envelope 
slowly, half afraid to look at what he knew was there. 
"Greetings," he read. 

As his eyes read the words, his mind said, "This is it. 
There goes your last chance of going to college. You'll 
be a soldier. You'll never do big things. People will 
never be proud of you." 

"Ma! Pa! I'm drafted! I have to go into the army!" 

As he sat on his bunk at camp, Craig thought of the 
day he had left home. He remembered his mother 
crying and telling him to be good, and his father's 
handclasp and moist eyes, and he remembered the 
lump in his own throat. 

"And here I am in the infantry," he thought. 
"Mom and Pop are still working and here I am doing 
nothing for them." 

Craig, although he wouldn't tell you so, was really 
one of the best soldiers in his outfit. He was a good 
worker and he was liked by his superiors as well as by 
his buddies. His service record was one of the best. 
When his outfit went overseas, he was one of the most 
trusted men and one of the most capable. And now 
he was back in the states. 

"Yes, back in the states; back to the farm. Right 
back where I started." 

You see, he still wanted to go to college. 

After the men with him had received their discharge 
papers, Lieutenant Marks asked to see Craig in his 
office. When he stepped into the Lieutenant's office, 
Craig felt very elated. He didn't know why, but he 
felt as though something good was going to happen to 

"Sit down, Matthews," the Lieutenant said. 

Craig sank into the chair. 


{Continued from page 7) 

"Matthews, we've looked over your record and we 
find that you have a great deal of ability. We know 
that you want to go to college, and so I've been asked 
to remind you of the G.I. Bill of Rights. You know 
you can get four years of college." 

Craig could feel his eyes getting bigger with every 
word he heard. "Can I actually be hearing right?" he 
thought. "Can this be real?" 

He suddenly realized that Lieutenant Marks had 
stopped speaking and was smiling at him. Craig was 
so happy that he almost forgot to mumble, "Thank 
you," as he walked out the door. 

As Craig walked into the night with the prospect of 
college and engineering before him, he felt happier 
than he had ever felt in his life. Now he could do 
something and help his folks. What a wonderful world ! 

Craig looked up at the north star. It really wasn't 
so far away. And you know, he could actually see a 
bridge, big and beautiful, leading to it. 

Doris Beatley, Freshman 6 

Greetings ! 


{Continued from page 5) 

In the United States, as in no other country in the 
world, women have an opportunity to participate in 
the national life, and to create a new kind of life for 
themselves and for others. They already dominate, in 
numbers, the teaching of our children in the primary 
and secondary schools. They own in their own right 
more than half the capital wealth of this country. 
Through their organizations they sustain the arts and 
letters of this continent. They are the most active 
members of their home communities, and the center of 
the home itself. These facts give women a formidable 
role in our future. 

In comparison with European society, the mold of 
American women's life is not yet set. Our marriages 
are, on the whole, not arranged, our professions are at 
least partly open and our political alliances are not 
doctrinaire. Our college education must give the new 
woman student the materials to serve with the greatest 
wisdom for the general welfare. 

ARMY UNIVERSITY— Biarittz, France 

{Continued from page 6) 

6. Military life ended on August 16 for the 4000 
students. No military formation, no saluting, no 
curfew, no rifles, no tough sergeants, no second lieu- 
tenants to get in the hair, rank and grade were all one — 
civilian. Ralph Daniels 


Ah, yes — my neighbors keep selecting me to help 
my "Uncle." Why? I don't know! I keep telling my 
draft board how nicely they've done without me, but 
somehow they love me. (Proof can be obtained at 
Local Board No. 21, where a record of my "greetings" 
letters are kept.) 

Living in fear, from deferment to deferment, I finally 
received a notice for induction. After they picked me 
off the floor and hopefully administered a "shot" in 
my arm, I re-read this document "a la selective 
service." All day Saturday (the sanctioned day), I 
lowered my supply of marajuana between packs of 
cigarettes. How happy I was ! After regaining suffici- 
ent strength, I immediately began jumping off the 
piano, but flat feet doesn't lead to a rejection — I was 
told as the carpenters lifted me out from the floor 
boards. How happy I was! 

April 4, was the day when I was to leave a school of 
beautiful women and go to "camp" for a vacation — 
with all men, men, and more men. How happy I was! 
(April 6, was Army Day. Just think, I probably would 
be in a parade. Ohio, was I happy!) No, I decided; I 
couldn't leave; and I shall tell my draft board just 

Monday morning, I strolled up to my Draft Board 
(which, incidentally, is in Elementary School 63). 
Those nice teachers there all wanted to help me. How 
happy I was! I entered the Board office with a bold 
stride; and, after they helped me off my knees, the 
"kind souls" asked me what was my trouble. Ha! I 
told them. 

"What!" they exclaimed, "We called you!? We're 
scraping the bottom, but we don't want rust!" I was 
insulted, but also happy I was! "Come around in June 
when your heart begins to beat again," said my 

I dashed out to M.S.T.C. (an hour ride on the B.T.C. 
convertible), and broke the sad news of my deferment. 
They felt so sorry for me. 

The Bible has many prayers, so all the students who 
can read, will, please, pray for the draft to end on 
May 15, 1946, or else the Tower Light is going to get 
another one of these articles. 

Note: TO THE BOOKWORMS— This article is to be 
read with a smile. 

[Ed. Note— This is the End !] 


Best Wishes to the 

GRADUATES of 1946 

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vide interesting mathematics. Sometimes the 
numerical answers do not conform to the textbook 
dicta. The unity of a man and a woman by virtue of 
the rite of matrimony is an example of a sociological 
theorem whose conclusion always seems a bit startling 
quantitatively. (Mathematically, 1 — 1 — 1). Inas- 
much as so many of our Seniors are personally in- 
terested in scientific research relating to the accuracy 
of this formula I shall forbear further comment until 
the additional data are at hand. 

The occasion of your graduation requires that I call 
to your attention a less well-formulated theorem of 
human relationships. Like the first, the conclusion 
becomes a bit shocking when expressed mathematical- 
ly. I shall describe the phenomenon in its simplest 
terms before introducing the formula. Whenever two 
human personalities live and work together intimately 
over a period of time one begins to observe, not two 
personalities, but three. Although this extra person- 
ality may lack the corporal unity of a human organism 
its physical organization is as real as that of either of 
the parent personalities. The reality of this extra- 
personality has been described by a number of psychol- 
ogists. McDougall has aptly described it as "the group 
mind." Perhaps we may call it "the little man who 
wasn't there." Mathematically, then, 1 — 1 maybe 3. 

Sometimes this group mind is stronger and finer 
than the parent personalities. Indeed, upon many oc- 
casions it becomes powerful enough to exert a perma- 
nent influence upon the parent personalities. On the 
other hand, where true rapport has never been estab- 
lished and esprit de corps is lacking the group personal- 
ity is usually a poor and weak thing held in low esteem 
by both of its parent parts. Truly each instance of 
group living is an experiment in the chemistry of 

How many extra-personalities are there in the 
Senior Class? I cannot be sure because I may not have 
met them all. In the paragraphs above I have de- 
scribed the smallest working unit capable of creating 
a group mind. The smallest number of extra-person- 
alities operating in every social aggregation functioning 
on a level higher than that of a crowd is one. But there 
may be more. Frequently a larger group is made up of 
sub-groups each having interests, loyalties and aspira- 

IUNE ■ 1946 

tions peculiar to itself. Sometimes the extra-personali- 
ties of the sub-groups are stronger than the personality 
of the whole organization. At such times the latter 
usually suffers from a lack of distinctive character and 
vigor. The group character of the present Senior Class 
seems to be described in the latter condition. 

Literally, the fortunes of war have thrown together 
at the last moment a number of small groups and 
called them Seniors. There was insufficient time for 
integration of the sub-groups into a strong class person- 
ality. Perhaps we may say that our Senior Class has a 
"split" personality. I hasten to beg that I not be mis- 
understood. My comments are not derogative. I am 
filled with sincere admiration for the manner in which 
all have accepted the situation and, not content to 
make a "go" of it, have even restored some of the pre- 
war flavor to the Senior activities. Nevertheless this 
success was the result of the cooperation of the several 
sub-groups rather than the spontaneous will of a well- 

— {Continued on page 26) 








rs are 



ture of the day concerning teachers. This happens 
because of the loss to the schools of some of their best, 
many of their successful teachers. People are awake to 
the needs for education, and to the fact that they have 
allowed to slip away too many of the most important 
agents in an educational system, the teachers. They 
have done this through their own neglect and lack of 
appreciation for the teachers. 

The Washington Post of April 4, 1946, carried an 
editorial called Teachers' Status. The following quo- 
tation from that editorial sums up the editor's explana- 
tion of the situation: "It is generally recognized now as 
an elementary principle that the responsibilities of 
teaching can be best discharged by men and women 
whose lives are mature, satisfied, and full." 

The editor introduced his editorial with the state- 
ment, "The old-maid school teacher is an American 
stereotype." That stereotype remains in the minds of 
many American parents who either remember such a 
teacher of their own school days or have had no inti- 
mate experiences with teachers. It is expressive of the 
lack of respest which has caused some teachers to leave 
the profession for some other kind of work in which 
they would not be labeled. There is reason for believing 
that teachers are responsible in part for the condition, 
even though they could not help it. 

When teachers are assigned to classes small enough 
for them to know the children as human beings, and 
that means to know all about them, the relationship 
will not be teacher-at-a-desk-in-a-classroom in-a-school 
relationship. It will be a relationship between a child 
of a family in a community and a teacher who knows 
and understands the child because she knows and 
works with the family and the community. It is true 
that a child spends most of his time in the home and 
the school. At the same time there are other agencies 
working with that family and only an understanding of 
those agencies and their purposes, problems, and activi- 
ties and the reactions of the family to them can give an 
understanding of the child. When teachers work with 
the family and cooperate with the agencies and insti- 
tutions with which that family is a part they cease to 
be stereotypes. They become real people. 
The teacher who taught a one room rural school knew 
all the pupils well. She knew all the families and called 

1UNE • 1946 

the members by their first names; she belonged to a 
church in the community, and attended the picnics and 
bazaars at all the churches; she went to the christen- 
ings, and weddings, and funerals; she served as a mem- 
ber of the board of directors of the hospital and worked 
with the doctors of the community; she was a member 
of the local Red Cross; and she participated in the 
social affairs of the community. She was not a stereo- 
type; she belonged! 

It is not possible to really reproduce such relation- 
ships in the large urban or city community but some- 
thing which approaches it must be brought about if 
teachers are to be thought of as individuals and not 

— (Continued on page 26) 


The CLASS of 1946 

Dedication . . . 

cate our Senior Issue of the TOWER LIGHT to 
Mr. Moser, a wonderfully understanding advisor who 
has always been ready to direct our stumbling feet to 
the smoother path and who has never failed to give 
unsparingly of his time and effort to the work and 
planning of our class's activities. To all our problems 
and projects, he gave a personal and direct interest, 
without which much of our college life might not have 
been successful. His very thoughtful guidance and 
gracious manner will never be forgotten by those of us 
who have had the honor of working with him. Inade- 
quate though it be, may this issue express our sincere 
gratitude and admiration for his part in our life at 
S. T. C. 

In Appreciation 

Senior Issue, on behalf of our class, would like 

to extend our sincere appreciation for the cooperation 

and interest that we have received in our publication, 


We would like to thank especially: 

Dr. Wiedenfeld for making space in her busy schedule 
to write an inspiring message to our graduating class. 

Mr. Moser whose assistance in every way has been im- 

Mrs. Brouwer for her help in the creation of a cover 

Dr. Hartley for his patience and unselfishness in help- 
ing us with the cover photograph. 

Dr. Crabtree for her ever-ready helpfulness and gra- 
ciousness in aiding us in our literary efforts. 

Dr. Walther for his always steadying and efficient 
handling of the finances of our edition. 

Mrs. Stapleton for her interest in our May Day page. 

To the Underclassmen, without whom our Senior Issue 
could never have been a success. We are greatly in- 
debted to Betty Ann Apruill and Helen Smith who 
have given much time and energy in the making of 
this issue. 

To the Tower Light Staff, whose cooperation has been 

To the Reflection Staff with whom it has been a grati- 
fying and worthwhile experience and privilege to 
have worked with. Edda Torr 

Class Song of 1946 

Oh, let us sing praises! 

Our class's fondest phrases 

For our college on the hilltop; 

For clays we dwelt within her walls; 

For knowledge gained within her halls; 

For friendships that we cherish. 

One purpose in our singing, 
More laurels to be bringing 
To fill her coffer's store. 
The class of '46 will strive 
To keep her memory e'er alive 
And teach her hallowed lore. 

(Music by Barbara Harper 
Lyrics by Carolyn Motschiedler) 

Reincarnate Time . . . 

I walk again the quiet, friendly halls 

Where laughter is a kin to many things: 

To books that line the learned library walls; 

To peasant friendships wearing crowns of kings. 

To those most worthy souls that I did see 

Bound in the chains of words of fallen men; 

To those who found — who loved the road with me 

That led to Paradise, and home again. 

I hear the Tower Clock that tolls each hour 

As if some sacred personage passed by; 

See paths that vein the glen ; child-like flowers 

That humbly sit beside my chair. And I 

Make dreams of the few trivia I hold here — 

A knocker on the door of yesteryear. 

Carolyn Motschiedler 




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(Our Class History) 

Baccalaureate, and Graduation are over; the climax 
of college has come and gone, leaving an emptiness in 
the schedule of our lives. On the college pin we wear 
the numerals "46", and our names are now inscribed 
under the heading, "The Class of 1946". Yet how 
many of us have wondered to which class we really 
belonged — what was our official title — what numerals 
could we legally wear on our rings? It was a natural 
state of mind for us, for we were a conglomerate class, 
an organizational blotter, absorbing the remnants of 
other classes. So many elements have gone into our 
complex structure: the staid and steady four year stu- 
dents have been mixed with accelerates; the war has 
taken away and added a part of the vital core. 

The original class of 1946 had its origin in September, 
1942 when the freshman enrolled. Under the four- 
year system, this class would graduate in June, 1946. 
But that class soon broke up, for the war came along 
and with it the accelerated course was added. The 
majority of the freshman class succumbed to the three- 
year course and thus became a part of the class of 1945. 
Only five students were left to become the nucleus of 
the Class of 1946, even though they continued to be- 
long to their class until this year. There were two men 
students in that original class, Leroy Cashman and 
Ralston Cullan, but the ranks of war soon engulfed 

In that year of 1942, the college was still the peace- 
time college. There were men on the campus — a posi- 
tive indication of pre-war days — ; the Glen was in its 
best form, the pond at its loveliest. During our years 
here, we have watched the slow, insidious, and indis- 
criminate hands of war change these things. The Air 
Corps, the Army and the Navy slowly drained out our 
manpower. Help dwindled on the campus and with it, 
the beauty of the Glen. We students tried to take over 
its care, keeping it usable and enjoying Glen Day's 
respite from classes, but failing to maintain the natural 
charm which it had had before. 

To the five member nucleus in June, 1943 was added 
another group of members, the present Senior I. They 
were an accelerate group, legally members of the Class 
of 1947, but planning to graduate in 1946. And of 
course, this group was important because it brought a 
new male student, Harry Zemel, who was to be the 
lone defender of the men's room for a long year. Then, 
to muddle matters more, in September, 1943, the Class 
of 1947 entered. There was nothing noticeable about 


the new freshman, especially to the veteran sopho- 
mores; nothing worth even mentioning in the history 
of the Class of '48, except that twenty-two of that 
freshman class decided to take the accelerated course 
and thus made themselves eligible for membership in 
the class of 1946. 

There you have our elements! mix them in the col- 
lege crucible; fuse them with the urgent need for teach- 
ers; sand the rough edges with the bufferings of time. 
The Class of '46 emerges — legally in January, 1946. 
At that time, the accelerates and the original members 
voted to join each other, and for the first time since the 
preceding August, the college had a Senior class it 
could see, and one worth looking at when our six G. I .'s 
joined us again in February. 

And now, the finished products, you and I, stand at 
the bend in the road, and like all travelers, stop to rest 
and look back, reminiscing on the milestones just 
passed. And what are those milestones — the inconse- 
quential incidents of the past year that have em- 
blazoned themselves on our minds and hearts? The 
campus is most surely the background of that mem- 
ory; plebeian lawns cropped close to the head of the 
earth; pink dogwood making an arched sky of color 
over the path; the scent of honeysuckle on a humid 
April afternoon; the Glen, as far away from life as if it 
had been the valley of Shangri-La. How many times 
in the future we will meet, you and I, and greet each 
other with, "Remember the time when — ?" Yes, we 
all remember the time we won Demonstration Night 
(In our Senior year — the desperation push) ; (the time 
we sold candy in the bookshop and almost ate as much 
as we sold); the time we first tried on our caps and 
gowns, looked in the mirror, and wondered who in- 
vented that idea anyway; the senior assembly and 
with it the first full realization of how close we were to 
the end; the solemness of the Baccalaureate; the glory 
of Graduation. 

A motley set of memories to be treasured as we will 
treasure them — locked in the towers of our hearts. 
But we molded the minutes allotted to us as an artist 
would, following the dictates of our hearts. In the days 
and years to come, time may mellow, even alter, those 
memories; but you and I can always pull aside the 
curtain of time when we will, and relieve a magic 
moment with our Class of 1946. 

Carolyn Motschielder 

Remembrance and Reflection how allied! 

Essay on Man — Alexander Pope 



"Big foke!" . . . S.C.A. Dorm Company Captain, 
Glen Committee Sr. TL. Staff . . . Plans to teach 
primary grade in Frederick County . . . Lovely red 
hair and freckles, brown eyes, contagious smile, 
helpful and generous. 


"Ou la la, Ray's coming tonight" . . . S.C.A. 
Marshals (Chief Marshal during summer months), 
Rural Club . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore Co.; 
get married next summer . . . enjoys life, never 
worries, hearty laugh, and continuous smile . . . 
belongs to diamond club. 


"Pish Posh" . . . Leather Craft consultant of our 
art classes . . . Plans: October wedding chimes . . . 
calm, cool and collected . . . advocate of "Times 


"Nothing is constant but change" . . . 1938-42- 
Glee Club; Kappa Delta Pi, Soccer team, basket- 
ball, baseball team . . . Plans to take graduate-work 
in administration . . . Service record — inducted 
January '42 . . . 1944 — European Theatre, dis- 
charged October 14, 1945. 


"What a life!" . . . Glee Club, Auditing Committee 
(Chairman), Varsity "M" in Athletics . . . Plans to 
go to Florida each summer on the high salary she 
will make during the year . . . Athletic, pleasant, 


"I just got a letter. Rost, vou can have the short 

one." . . . Glee Club, S.C.A"., May Court, A.A 

Plans to teach in Baltimore county . . . Always 
seen with Libbv. 


"Kiss my hind foot" . . . Glee Club, Treasurer of 
Senior Class, Senior Week Committee, May 
Court . . . Plans to teach three or four years until 
Jimmie gets his Master's — and then settle down 
. . . Senior Jenny bind, winsome brown eyes, 


"How artistic!" . . . S.C.A. Choir Chairman, Vice 
President House Committee, Section Chairman, 
Archery, Badminton, Senior T.L. Staff . . . Plans 
to teach and to marry . . . "Sugar and spice and 
everything nice", thoughtful, lovely soprano voice. 



ECKER, DOROTHY — "Dottie" 

"Have you heard the latest joke?" . . . Chapel 
Chairman of S.C.A., May Court, Senior T.L. 
Staff, Secretary of Senior Class, Treasurer of 
House Committee . . . Plans to teach for a while — 
then marry. Petite, dark, peppery personality. 


"Well the book I read said" . . . Co-Business 
Manager of Senior T.L. . . . Plans to take graduate 
work . . . Service Record . . . Enlisted January '43, 
Discharged November '45, Air Corps WAC. Con- 
scientious, jovial, earnest. 

GOLD, MARY — "Goldie" 

"Come downtown and shop with me." . . . Insured 
gay surroundings for our S.G.A. Dances, Propa- 
gandized the same through posters, T.L. Art Staff 
. . . Plans "To get skinny" Spicy, full of fun, 
vivacious, blonde. 


"Oh, undoubtedly" . . . President of Class. (Jr. 
and Sr.), Business Manager of T.L., Assistant 
Chief Marshall, Kappa Delta Pi, Delegate to 
Eastern States Conf., Student Faculty Board, 
Assembly Committee . . . Wants to . . . "Practice 
my profession" . . . Studious, striking redhead, 
well-informed, poised, good sense of humor. 


Glee Club, S.C.A. Choir, House Committee, 
S.G.A. Social Chairman, Dramatic Club, May- 
Court . . . Plans to teach in Annapolis and to do 
special study in music . . . Creative, fun, musical 
to her toes. 


"That's what you think!" . . . 1938-42 Glee Club, 
Varsity Club, Men's Club, Soccer team, baseball 
team . . . Service Record — Enlisted in Air Corps 
January '42, Discharged March '46. Plans gradu- 
ate work at Columbia . . . cheerful, meticulously 
neat, efficient and friendly. 



"I'll never get finished"! Glee Club, track team 
prior to induction, Hiking, Insect collecting . . . 
Plans to teach and collect more degrees. Industri- 
ous, a teacher's dream of a student, reliable. 


"Oh, Babee!" . . . Social Chairman of Senior Class, 
May Court, Social Chairman of Dorm . . . Plans — 
"Only the future knows and can tell." . . . Grace- 
ful, energetic, cooperative and full of fun. 



"Well, what do you know!" . . . Glee Club, Kappa 
Delta 1'i . . . Plans to get her Master's Degree 
sometime in the future . . Thorough, friendly, co- 
operative, cheerful. 

McCUTCHEON, HELEN — "Cutchie" 

"Hey, Heudi-Heudi!" . . . S.C.A. President, Vice- 
President of S.G.A., President of N.H.G., Marsh- 
al, I.R.C. House Committee . . . Plants to teach at 
least two years and then . . .?? . . . Redhead, al- 
ways clashing, very friendly, sentimental. ' 


"The mills of the Gods grind slow but they grind 
exceeding .small." . . . Marshals . . . Senior Tower 

T.l Plans to see California and Yellowstone 

Park, leach and perhaps marriage . . . Friendly, 
quiet expressive eyes. 


"Love and Lollipops" . . . ("dee (dub, Rural Club, 
Kappa Delta Pi, Senior Assembly Committee, 
May Court . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore 
County, and to go to Florida for the summer . . . 
Capable, studious ambitious, generous. 


"He's a doll" . . . Secretary of Junior Class, Tower 
Light, S.G.A. Publicitv Committee, Dramatic 
Club, Chairman of Case Committee, Safety 
Council . . . Plans vacation, Columbia, fun . . . 
Thorough, good sport interesting supply of men, 


"You're just saying that — because it's true." . . . 
Glee Club, Student Faculty Board, Maid of 
Honor May Court, S.C.A. Choir, Editor of Tower 
Light (Jr. and Sr.), Executive Board, Kappa 
Delta Pi . . . Plans to lead an interesting life in an 
interesting way . . . energetic, creative, witty, 
versatile, independent. 




"I just heard a new joke." . . . Tower Light Staff, 
Senior T.L. . . . Plans to excell in Professional 
activities and to work for an M.A. in due time . . . 
Witty, conscientious, source of all the latest that 
is worth hearing. 


"Never be in a hurry." . . . Glee Club, Jeannie 
Group . . . Ambition to see the world, adventure. 
Good sense of humor, subtle, sophisticated, peach- 
es and cream complexion. 


O'CONNOR, JAMES P. — "Jimmy" 

1938-1942 Tennis Team. Service Record . . . 
entered September '41 and discharged in February 
'46, Armored Forces, Office of Quartermaster 
General as officer . . . Plans to take graduate work 
. . . scientifically curious, serious, well groomed. 


"Perish the thought" Glee Club, I.R.C., Dramatic 
Club, Basketball and Tennis . . . Plans to go to 
Columbia for a Master's Degree and eventually 
teach the second grade . . . Attractive clothes, 
poised, naive at times. 


"I'm not going out with him anymore!" . . . Glee 
Club, A. A., Executive Board, S.C.A. . . . Plans to 
teach anywhere . . . Tall, blonde, poised, calm, 
May Court, Fun! 

SM ITH , DALLAS — "Smitty" 

"Life is beautiful!" 1932-35 Dramatic Club, Sen- 
ior Volley Ball Team, Tennis, Bond Team Cap- 
tain . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore City. Service 
Record — Enlisted September '42, Germany, Po- 
land Prisoner of War — Discharged January '46. 
. . . Likeable, hard working, conscientious, talk- 


"That's peachy!" . . . Class President (Sopho- 
more, Junior), Glee Club, New York Delegate, 
S.C.A. Choir, S.G.A. Representative, Senior T.L. 
Business Manager, Kappa Delta Pi, May Queen, 
President S.G.A. Plans to teach for awhile ... a 
leader, friendly, initiative, laughing eyes, helpful. 


"I don't understand! Ambition: To travel, reach 
Hawaii some day . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore 
City Schools . . . earnest brown eyes, winsome 
smile, attractive personality. 



"This is a grand old world if you don't weaken" 
. . . Marshals, Section Secretary . . . Plans to be a 
good teacher and someday a good housewife . . . 
Willing, hard worker, and friendly. 


"Your father's moustache." Glee Club, Jcannie 
Group, S. G. A. Social Chairman, President, 
Men's Club, May Day Chairman, 1945, President, 
Dramatic Club, May King . . . Plans to get a 
Master's degree . . . Cooperative, polite, every- 
body's friend, and a gentleman to his toes. 



/ 1 EMAN , MARGARET — "Peggy" 

"There's one in every class!" . . . Glee Club, Senior 
Week Committee, President of Class (Freshman 
Year), May Court . . . Plans a house on a hill with 
a fireplace — and all that goes with it . . . Pepsodent 
smile, tall and blonde, "Dif's" other half. 

. . . Also Included In Our Class . . 


"For goodness sakes!" Glee Club, Social Chair- 
man of S.G.A. Ambition — To be a good teacher, 
but not for long . . . possesses a good sense of 
humor and a lovlv smile. 

LYNCH, EILEEN — "Canteen Eileen" 

"Oh, Brother!" . . . Tower Light Literary staff, 
Dramatic Club . . . Plans to become Mrs. "Bill" 
. . . Frank, independent, quiet, literary, musical 
. . . Lovely eyes, cute laugh. 


"I don't see how you do it." . . . Acting Captain 
of Senior Bond Team, Teacher in Campus School 
. . . Now teaching "At Home" (Solomon's Island) 
. . . Conscientious, cheerful, helpful, friendly. 


"Believe me!" . . . Plans to sleep this summer for 
"three months straight!". . . Easy-going, frank, 


"Guess what I saw" — Victor)' Pool Chairman, 

Dramatic Club President, Marshal, T.L. Staff . . . 

Plans to teach school for awhile and then . . . 

Naturally curley hair, corny jokes, good sport, 

slight "Joisey" accent. 
IUNE ■ 1946 


"Oh, my gosh!" . . . Glee Club, Senior Class 
Treasurer, Nurses Aid . . . Plans to be a demon- 
stration teacher . . . Lovely voice, nice smile, 
changing hair styles. 




We Remember 

College arc drawing to an cud. We must leave 
the scenes and the friends that have become so dear to 
us but at least we will have fond memories of our life 
here at Teachers College. We will always remember: 

Winnie for her curling red hair. 

Hearing a lovely voice. Yes, it's Gerry! 

The numerous hair-dos that Merelyn continually 

A tall, looming figure — Sam Clopper. 

The heavy burden which Margaret Condiff carried 
as a teacher and pupil simultaneously. 

Nancy for her knitting ability. We particularly- 
liked the pink sweater. 

The stars in Diff's eyes when anyone mentioned 

The artistic ability of Mary. Will S.T.C. ever have 
lovelier decorations for their dances. 

Parliamentary procedure in Senior Class. Meetings 
were always done correctly by Doris G. 

Piano compositions and music for our class song — 
Barb's originals. 

One of our vets — Creston. What a lovely couple he 
and Dottie made, leading the grand march at the May 
Day Dance. 

Beautiful solos in assembly — we were honored to 
have La Verna in our class. 

A pleasant smile and a cheerful voice that belonged 
only to Peggy. 

Libby as an attractive blond with numerous dates. 

A happy-go-lucky classmate. Shirk)' with a song 
always on her lips. 

Clara with her never ceasing ambition to do and to 

Our helpful Chief Marshall, Charlotte who never 
failed to get everyone seated. 

Tall, dark, and attractive Clara Mae who was for- 
ever writing letters. 

Dallas — the little man — who was there and brought 
his brief case with him. 

Dorothy Farmer who came to us from the WAC's. 

The quiet girl with the pleasing personality — Eva. 

Hearing a corny joke? Rita's at it again. 

Tall, blond, scholarly Ted in his favorite haunt, the 

Another faithful marshall — Catherine W. who al- 
ways rushed from her classes to assembly on Tuesday 

A size 13 ring on a blue ribbon around Dottie E's 

Our loyal S.C.A. choir chairman, Myra, with a 

beautiful voice. 

Kay and liei infesl ious giggle. Nor will we forget her 

original ideas. 

Doris K. and her efficiency and ever ready answers. 
The numerous books in Eileen's arms. We liked her 
short stories too. 

Flowing blonde hair and Betty M. and we'll always 
remember her witty remarks. 

The mad dash to the mailbox that Cutch made twice 
a day, every day. 

Norma Lee's fashionable wardrobe and neat appear- 

The naive personality belonging exclusively to 
Dorothy M. 

Ev's tireless work and ingenious ability as T.L. 

A sparkling smile on May Day. Bab's was a beauti- 
ful queen. 

One of our most versatile and cooperative classmates 

Our tall, sophisticated classmate — Ruth M. 

The happy laughter that dominated the crowd 
when Motsch made one of her many witty remarks. 

Dramatic late entrances — there comes Jimmy again. 


Class History Class Will 

Carolyn Motschielder Kay Koenig 
Directory Clubs 

Eva McDonald Doris Koletschke 

Catherine Wolfram Winny Alexander 

Photograph Committee Art Committee 

Harry Zemel Dorothy Miller 

Picture Write- Ups 
Senior 1 — Peggy Zieman 
Senior 3 — Clara Wolkoff 
Senior 5 — "The Fatal Five" 
Specials — Creston Herold 

Business Managers 
Barbara Whitehurst Dorothy Farmer 

Advisory Board 

Literary Dr. Crabtree 

Art Mrs. Brouwer 

_. (Dr. Walther 

Finance \ Mr. Moser 

Editor, Evelyn Morris 




; i 




ove So Well! 


formed from all odds and ends, do nevertheless 
leave fond tokens to those we have grown to love. 

To the school: 

An icebox in the dorm open to all students and jam- 
packed with delicacies. 

A robot who runs off A- term papers. 

A la carte menus to choose meals from served in the 


Private school buses which make regular trips down- 

Classes all on the first floor. 

A candy room with a full stock. 
To the faculty: 

Dr. Wiedefeld — a calendar which gives her 

plenty of time to do children's writing. 

Miss MacDonald — practicum students with hands 

that don't shake. 

Dr. West — balmy observation nights and students 

who can find the stars. 

Miss Yoder — students who know the book they 

want and where to find it. 

Mrs. Stapleton — a menagerie of animals who do 

everything unusual 

Miss Blood — private airplanes to take her stu- 
dents on geological trips 

Dr. Scott — a compound city practice center so she 

won't have to gallop all around 

Dr. Dowell — healthy students who understand 

what makes them healthy 

Miss Kahl — a game of hearts in which she "shoots 

the moon", and a bag of potato chips 

Dr. Walther — a book of "Ten Thousand Best 

Jokes for the College Classroom" 

Miss Daniels — lovely postures decking the halls 

of S.T.C. 

Dr. Crabtree — a student who understands all of 

Shakespeare's works 

Miss Holt — students who return magazines 

promptly on the hour 

Mr. Moser — just a few students in a class who can 

grasp math 

Miss Roach — a large jar of peanut butter to ap- 
pear every time she gets the longing for it 

Miss Brown — a crew of workers to make the 

Glen ship-shape 

JUNE • 1946 

Mrs. Brouwer — a couple of assistants for i he tre- 
mendous job she's been doing 

Dr. Bulkley — a new modernly equipped infirmary 
Miss Woodward — students who can grow cotton, 
spin it, weave it, and have something that looks like 

Miss Barkley — books that never wear or tear 
Miss Weyforth — a Glee Club with lots of bari- 
tones, tenors and basses 
Dr. Hartley — an appointment at Adolph's 
Miss Bersch — students who will empty ashtrays 
in the girl's smoker 

Dr. Brewington — lotsa speeches, lotsa speeches 
Mr. Crook — labled birds flying around 
Dr. Bergner — a specimen of everything 
The preceding items we give as a class. Individual 
members wish to leave the following — such as it is. 

Senior 1: 

Winifred Alexander — a complete good-natured- 

ness for even those weary moments 

Nancy Vronhardt — a battered pair of knitting 

needles and a well-worn knitting book 

Lorraine Diefenbach — a low romantic voice for 

romantic moments 

Barbara Harper — an ability to relate a movie so 

you don't have to spend money to see it 

Kay Koenig — lots of fingernail polish to pick off 

Doris Koletsche — a mania for doing all work and 

on time 

Norma Lee Merson — a trip to Milwaukee without 

once sampling Schlitz 

Eva MacDonald — a sweet girlish look and un- 


Catherine Wolfram — a falsetto giggle 

Peggy Ziemann — her "just out of the tub" look 

Harry Zemel — the secret address of his hairdresser 

Senior J.- 
Mary Gold — a multiple collection of cigarette 
butts in case the shortage hits again 
Merelyn Brozer — lurid tales of Atlantic City to 
amuse other listeners 

Libby Rost — one worn-out mirror to use solely for 
the face 

Clara Mae Crouch — a doleful voice for saying, 

{Continued on page 26) 



Left to Right: 

Lorraine Diefenbach — Baltimore, Maryland 

Dorothy Ecker — Westminster, Maryland 

Myra Dudderar — Mt. Airy, Maryland 

Margaret Ziemann — Baltimore, Maryland 

Kathryn Koenig — Dundalk, Maryland 

Queen — Barbara Whitehurst — Baltimore, 

King — Hary Zemel — Baltimore, Maryland 

Maid of Honor — Evelyn Morris — Baltimore, 

Clara Mae Crouch — Catonsville, Maryland 

Elizabeth Rost — Phoenix, Maryland 

Norma Lee Merson — Lansdowne, Maryland 

Barbara Harper — Annapolis, Maryland 

Helen McCutcheon — Braddock Heights, 




To the Queen of the May 

We, loyal subjects, round your throne now throng 
To offer, Gracious Queen, our praise and song, 
For you have called your followers to earth, 
Bees, birds, and flowers, comingling in mirth. 
We join with nature, grateful you to greet, 
Before your throne see men and nature meet, 
To honor you for gifts of peace and cheer, 
Lighting the waiting world, long dark and drear. 
As from your fragrant throne, O Queen, you reign, 
O'er sylvan beauties in your rich domain 
Accept our tribute, smile on us today 
That we may know new joy, fair Queen of May. 

Helen Hanson Fr. 3 

Senior Week Schedule 


















- 5:00 
7 :00 



- 7:00- 



- 3:00 

Kappa Delta Pi Luncheon New- 
ell Hall. 

-Senior Assembly — Auditorium. 

-Alumni Dinner — Newell Hall. 

Baccalaureate Sermon -Adminis- 
tration Building. 

-President Wiedefeld's Dinner. 
-Senior Picnic — Glen. 
-Step Singing — Administration 

-Senior Dinner — Newell Hall. 
-Senior Prom — Gym. 
-Commencement — Auditorium. 

May Day Chairman: Peggy Crump 

Program Chairman: Sara MacFadden 

Program Committee: Betty Townson, Loretta 
Schulte, Harry Zemel, Merrill Cohen. 

Skits: Dave Byus, Francis Barnett, Prestly Sapp> 
Norval MacDonald, Donald Hammerman. 

Archers: (Practiced but it rained) Dave Corn- 
thwaite, Charlotte Diener, Arelyn Thomas, 
Keith Rembold, Jean Bennett. 

Announcers: Loretta Schulte, Doris Spurrier. 

Posters: Sylvia Rosen. 

Childrens Activities: Elizabeth Leanos. 

Balloon Man: John MacCarley. 

Concessions: Bond Teams. 

Trumpeter: Betty Stormfeltz. 

Faculty Adviser: Mrs. Stapleton. 

Decorations: Mrs. Brouwer. 

Dances: Miss Roach, Miss Danials. 

Music: Miss Weyforth and the Glee Club. 

Campus School: Miss Steele and the Campus School 

Music: Miss MacDonald. 

Advisory Consultants: Dr. Walther, Miss Barkley. 

JUNE • 1946 

Table of Contents 


Advisor's Message 3 

Our Faculty 4 

President's Message 5 

Dedication 6 

Class Song 6 

Class Poem 6 

In Appreciation 6 

Class Officers 7 

Reflections Staff 8 

Reflections (Our Class History) 8 


Scenes We Loved So Well 14-15 

Informal Snapshots 16,18 

We Remember 17 

Last Will and Testament . 19 

May Court 20 

May Day Ballad 20 

May Day Committee 21 

Senior Directory 22 

Underclass Officers 23 

Clubs 24-25 

Continuations 26 

Patrons 27 


Members of the Senior Class of 1946 

Alexander, Winifred 

W. Main St., Middletown, Frederick County, Md. 
Armstrong, Jeannette 

Lothian, Anne Arundel County, Md. 
Benson, Geraldine 

3534 Greenmount Ave., Baltimore 18, Md. 
Bortner. Charlotte 

Manchester, Carroll County, Md. 
Brozer, Merelyn 

3501 Edgewood Rd., Baltimore 15, Md. 
Clopper, Samuel 

622 N. Augusta Ave., Baltimore 29, Md. 
Condiff, Margaret 

Solomons, Calvert County, Md. 
Cronhardt, Nancy 

Greenspring Ave., Lutherville, Md. 
Crouch, Clara Mae 

30 Prospest Ave., Catonsville 28, Md. 
Diefenbach, Lorraine 

719 Mt. Holly St., Baltimore 29, Md. 


Mt. Airy, Frederick County, Md. 
Ecker, Dorothy 

Baltimore Blvd., Westminster, Carroll Cty., Md. 
Farmer, Dorothy 

7901 Ardmore Ave., Baltimore 14, Md. 
Friedman, Reita 

2901 Elgin Ave., Baltimore 16, Md. 
Gold, Mary 

4120 Norfolk Ave., Baltimore 16, Md. 
Gutman, Doris 

1823 Mayfield Ave., Halethorpe, Baltimore Coun- 
ty, Md. 
Harper, Barbara 

100 Chesapeake Ave., Annapolis, Anne Arundel 

County, Md. 
Hf.rold, Creston 

429 Summit Ave., Hagerstown, Washington, Md. 
Katenkamp, Theodore 

Augsburg Home, Campfield Rd., Pikesville, 

Baltimore, Md. 
Koenig, Kathryn 

8 Township Rd., Dundalk, Baltimore, Md. 
Koletschke, Doris 

4423 Kenwood Ave., Baltimore 6, Md. 
Lynch, Eileen 

220 E. Lake Ave., Baltimore 12, Md. 


Mace, Betty 

161 Green St., Annapolis, Anne Arundel County, 

McCutcheon, Helen 

Braddock Heights, Frederick County, Md. 
McDonnal, Eva 

9303 Fullerdale Ave., Baltimore 14, Md. 
Merson, Norma Lee 

1 19 Elizabeth Ave., Lansdowne, Baltimore 27, Md. 
Miller, Dorothy 

3820 Dolfield Ave., Baltimore 15, Md. 
Morris, Evelyn 

2816 Belmont Ave., Baltimore 16, Md. 


2731 Hugo Ave., Baltimore 18, Md. 


1920 N. Monroe St., Baltimore 17, Md. 
O'Connor, James 

5801 Clear Spring Rd., Baltimore, Md. 
Rosen, Shirley 

2308 Ocala Ave., Baltimore 15, Md. 
Rost, Elizabeth 

Merryman's Hill Road., Phoenix, Md. 
Smith, Dallas 

1500 Summit Ave., Catonsville 28, Baltimore 

County, Md. 
Werner, LaVerne 

1513 E. 33rd St., Baltimore 18, Md. 
Whitehurst, Barbara 

3900 Clifton Ave., Baltimore 16, Md. 
Wolkoff, Clara 

4309 Valley View Ave., Baltimore 6, Md. 
Wolfram, Catherine 

9009 Harford Rd., Baltimore 14, Md. 
Zemel, Harry 

6013 Park Heights Ave., Baltimore 15, Md. 
Ziemann, Peggy 

5609 Liberty Heights Ave., Baltimore 15, Md. 

Senior Class Officers 

President Doris Gutman 

Vice President Elizabeth Rost 

Secretary Dorothy Ecker 

Treasurer Lorraine Diefenbach 

Day Social Chairman Mary Gold 

Dorm Social Chairman Kay Koenig 


Junior Officers 




Freshmen Offiicers 

JUNE • 1946 








To promote an appreciation and an individual in- 
terest in physical activities is the policy of the Athletic 
Association. During the college year it conducts inter- 
mural, intersectional, and individual sports. An award 
is issued for participation in extracurricular activities. 


The Chimes Guild is a dormitory organization under 
the leadership of Miss MacDonald. Its contribution 
consists of singing grace for dinner on special occasions 
and a few times during the week. It is always a member 
of the Chimes Guild that furnishes chimes for dinner 
every evening. 


Lor those who are interested or are talented in act- 
ing, we have the newly reorganized Dramatic Club, 
under the capable direction of Dr. Brewington. Mem- 
bers participate in acting, stage make-up, settings, and 
property projects. 


The Glee Club, under the direction of Miss Emma 
Weyforth, presents programs both to the college and 
to the public. Members consist of those who are es- 
pecially interested in music. 

Perfect attendance and participation in the com- 
mencement program permit the receipt of a college 


Elected by the resident student bod}' to serve a 
year's term, the members of the House Committee 
serve as the governing body for the dormitory. Weekly 
they meet to discuss, among themselves and with the 
other students, problems which have come up in the 
past week. It is through the efforts of this group that 
we have the main social functions of the year. 



The gold and white armband denotes the marshals, 
who are assistants at all college functions, public per- 
formances, and student assemblies. Members are 
chosen from the freshmen and sophomore classes. 
They serve throughout their college career. 


Under the leadership of Dr. Anita Dowell, the 
Natural History Group combines learning of the out- 
doors with the pleasure of hiking. Their appointed 
task is to learn more about the world in which they live. 


The Student Christian Association conducts the re- 
ligious services of the dormitory. Once a month it has 
vespers with an outside speaker and special music pro- 
vided by the Student Christian Association Choir, 
under the direction of Miss MacDonald. Every Tues- 
day morning a short chapel service is held by one of the 
students. The S.C.A. sells candy, stamps, and car 
checks every night in the dorm. 


Every student in the college is a member of the 
Student Government Association. The S.G.A. is the 
governing body of the school. Any member has the 
privilege of bringing matters, having to do with stu- 
dents' welfare to the attention of the Association. We 
are proud of our example of democracy in action. 


The tower light is the college's official publication, 
which is issued every month. The Student staff, under 
the guidance of Mrs. Brouwer, Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. 
Stapleton, and Dr. Walther, organizes the material 
contributed by the student body. 





(Continued from page 19) 
"Oh, I'm getting fat!" 

Carolyn Motschielder — a sincereness and capa- 
bility for doing the job 

Shirley Rosen — a piercing cry of "Oh, Haaree!" 
Ruth Mullendore — a peaches and cream com- 
plexion and a quiet manner 
Clara Wolkoff — a pair of devilish dimples 
Charlotte Bortner — a lot of photographs to tint 
Myra Dudderar — hair that curls all by itself 
Dottie Ecker — a pair of size 4 loafers that no one 
can borrow 

Senior 5: 

Doris Gutman — the knowledge of how to wield in 
vain, a gavel with a cotton end 
Barbara Whitehurst — How to reduce 'em by 
bumping on the wall and leaving the wall intact 
Evelyn Morris — a 12 foot by 10 foot basket spill- 
ing over with delicious contributions for the T.L. 
Dorothy Miller — a self edited book on "The 
World's Best Griper" 

Helen McCutcheon — an essay on "How I Have 
Worn His Pin to Bed and Have Never Got Stuck" 


Dorothy Farmer — interesting experiences of a 

WAC "General" 

Dallas Smith — muscle-bound vocal cords and a 

win-you-quick personality 

Jimmie O'Conner — a scientific approach to ye 

works of Shakespeare 

Sam Clopper — a boyish blush 

Creston Herold — a magazine serial entitled, 

"From Officer's Barracks to Girls' Dormitory" 

Betty Mace — a perfect bridge hand complete 

with three voids 

Margaret Condiff — an automatic bond team 
money collector 

Jerry Benson — bigger and better cold germs 

during the Christmas season 

La Verne Werner — a lovely voice for singing 

Irish ballads 

Rita Friedman — lots and lots of speeches for the 

Victory Pool 

Eileen Lynch — time to develop all her skeleton 


In sound body and mind (we hope!) we do hereby 
acknowledge this document as our Last Will and 


( Continued from page 3) 
integrated Senior group mind. The emergence of a 
distinctive class personality has been apparent in the 
past few months but time has run out; it will die a- 

And so, as the time comes to say farewell, I am 
moved not so much to direct my comments to the 
Senior Class as I am to address the Seniors themselves 
— and, of course, the little men who aren't there. To 
you, the Seniors, I say adieu because I anticipate the 
pleasure of seeing you again as you return to the college 
from time to time to recount your adventures on the 
road to success and happiness. But to the extra- 
personalities — the little men who aren't there — I must 
say good-bye because they will be the true casualties 
on Graduation Day. And the college will be poorer be- 
cause they are gone. 

Harold Moser 

Class of '46 



(Continued from page 5) 
classed as members of groups, not known, not under- 
stood, not belonging. Outsiders are feared, suspected, 
neglected. On the other hand nothing is too good for 
those who belong, who are trusted, and loved. People 
are not enthusiastic about voting to "raise the teachers' 
salaries" but they always approve of raising "Miss 
Lillian's" or "Miss Nancy's" salary. 

The teacher of the future must not be thought of as 
one who imparts the knowledge to the children in her 
class. She must be known as a person who is interested 
in raising the standards of living in a certain com- 
munity by developing its human resources, however, 
that might be said to a community of parents. The 
school should be an actual part of the community and 
not an institution erected in it. Teachers should be 
members of the community and not visitors in it for a 
six hour, five day week. This relationship can be ar- 
ranged even though the teacher maintains her own 
home some miles away. 

Teachers can be people just like everybody else 
when they are given freedom to be people. They can 
do their best work as teachers when their lives "are 
mature, satisfied, and full." The present evidence of 
interest on the part of the citizens as expressed by 
their anxiety for the future of their schools is hopeful. 

M. Theresa Wiedefeld 



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New methods of treatment, 
of protecting and prolonging 
life. All these the doctor must 
know to fulfill his obligation 
to you ... to mankind. That's 
being a doctor! 

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• "What cigarette do you smoke, Doctor?" 

That was the gist of the question put to 1 13,597 
doctors from coast to coast in a recent survey by 
three independent research groups. 

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If you'ri' a Camel smoker, this definite prefer- 
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The Stage Is Sh 

Summer vacations arc drawn to a halt ; 

The jobs in the stores arc now done; 
And also for those who have "loafed" all the time; 

The curtain comes down on the fun! ! 

The students have to the college returned 

As Players: Each in his way 
Is learning the lines designating success, 

For he's chosen the part he will play. 
And after the brief introduction, 

Act One is all ready to go. 
At the end of the Second we hear the applause, 

And the cries of "On with the show!" 

And now there's a short intermission, 

The lights in the playhouse are low: 
The curtain goes up and then down on Act Three; 

There is but one more act to go. 
It doesn't take long for Act Four to pass by, 

And the show has gone whizzing right past. 
We hardly thought when it started before 

That it would be through quite this fast. 

Now we hear the ovation: And now the applause. 
As teachers we've hit the front page ; 
We stand in the footlights to take one last bow 
Before using the world as our stage. 

Ginny Fran/ 

Of Cabbages and Kings 

"If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the 
man who has so much as to be out of danger?" 

Thomas Huzley 

"Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or 
cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle." 

James Russell Lowell 

"Give me the young man who has brains enough to 
make a fool of himself." 

Robert Louis Stevenson 
OCTOBER • 1946 


I'. Galley, Pres. M. Isabelle, Vice-Pres. 
I. Leonard, Secretary 

The President Speaks . . . 

THE WAR is over and conversion to peace-time oper- 
ations is evident everywhere — in factories, in homes, 
and in schools. Our college is not planning to be be- 
hind the times. The Student Government Association 
has an energetic program outlined that will put the 
college on a pre-war basis as fast as the student body 
is able to support it. No doubt, the most interest will 
be in the elaborate social schedule of at least one 
special event each month. Each class wall be given the 
opportunity to sponsor one of these activities in the 
course of the year, if it so desires. It is hoped that 
socials other than dances will be in the planning. Our 
post-war school year could not be complete without 
the elaborate Old English Dinner at Christmas and 
the famous Play Day in the fall. These would be in 
addition to the traditional Demonstration Night and 
May Day festivities. 

We are looking forward with great anticipation to 
a discussion and establishment of an honor society- 
based on a point system, the passing of several amend- 
ments to make our Constitution more functional, and 
a more feasible system of budget hearings. Inquiry 
has been made into the rebuilding of our council ring 
in the Glen and the work on the swimming pool project 
is to be outlined. {Continued on page 4) 



t oR\AL^ gB? iwev^7 ; 

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A MAJOR ISSUE has presented itself on our campus. The question is whethcr 
\ve should continue our past program of an exam week, or whether we should 
return to the way it was done previous to last year. 

It took quite a long time for the students here to get a scheduled exam week 
established, but last year this aim was finally realized and in January of 1946 we 
enjoyed the benefits derived from such a program. 

We liked the idea of not having to attend regularly scheduled classes during 
the last week of a semester. Instead of this we have nothing but exams that last 
week, planned in such a way that we have plenty of time to study for them. 
Instructors that give final exams always give them the last week of the semester 
in any case, so that doing away with exam week does not do away with exams. 
The exam week plan insures that there are no conflicting events as there are no 
classes, no extra-curricular activities or electives to worry about. Just exams! 

Another point to clear up is the clause, "teachers that give final exams". 
With an exam week in effect those teachers that do not usually give exams are not 
required to do so. They are only required to meet with the class when scheduled. 

The fact that we have our exams in a regularly scheduled week does not 
make the exam any more important than it would have been otherwise. Each 
instructor places his own value upon the final exam and the value placed upon it 
toward the final grade is up to him. 

Another point that most of us do not stop to consider is that the instructors 
themselves prefer an exam week. It makes it easier for them as well as for us if 
all they have to do is attend to giving exams. It takes preparation on their part 
as well as ours to conduct a classroom lecture or discussion. They can very well 
use the extra time to get final grades averaged, term papers marked, and other 
end-of-the-year work done that we ourselves will have to do very shortly. 

When and if this question should ever come to a vote before the Student 
Government Association, the present Sophomore and Freshman Classes, being 
large classes, could carry the vote. Since neither one of these classes has taken 
exams under the old plan they should be sure they understand thoroughly what 
they are voting for or against. They must take it upon themselves to inquire into 
both sides of the question. Of course, no one likes exams, but we are not con- 
cerned with that issue now. The point is not, "Do we or do we not want final 
exams?" The question is, "Do we or do we not want an exam week in which to 
take the final exams?" And the answer is "Yes, we very definitely do want an 
exam week!" 

"Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause; 
He noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws." 

Sir Richard Burton 

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"PARDON ME! Oh, I'm so sorry, madam! Excuse 
me please!" 

The crowd grew steadily around me until I could no 
longer sec my feet. 1 was trying so hard to keep out of 
everyone's way, but no one appeared to appreciate my 
efforts. A buxom woman, hurrying through the mob 
with two much-bewildered little children, did manage 
to grunt apologetically after dislodging my packages 
and sending them all crashing to the floor. As I groped 
desperately about in an attempt to retrieve some of 
my purchases, 1 heard a sarcastic laugh. 

"Why be irritated? Light a Chesterfield!" shouted 
a fresh young sailor. 

I was furious. Finally a passing Boy Scout came to 
my rescue. He scooped up my things and deposited 
them in my arms. 

"Oh, thank you so — " 

He was gone. 

Why must everyone wait until the very last minute 
to do his shopping? For two hours I had been bumped 
and pushed around by impatient women and excited 
children and now my bruised body was beginning to 
rebel. Well, I just could not waste any more time being 
polite. 1 secured a firm grip on my bundles and plunged 
into the thick of the crowd, squirming and pushing my 
way toward the hosiery department and praying that 
those precious nylons would hold out until I got there. 
As I approached my destination, I saw greedy, clutch- 
ing fingers flying about and women tearing madly at 
the table. I was getting closer. Yes, I could almost 
touch the counter now. 

I felt a tug at my sleeve. 

'"Gracious, can't these folks stand up alone? Must 
they paw at people like that?" 

1 felt another tug. 


The voice was familiar. 

"Mary, please." 

"Why Robert darling, what are you doing here?" 

"I've been looking for you, Mary. 1 thought I'd 
find you here. Come on, let's get out of this place. I 
want to talk to you." 

He took my arm. 

"But Robert, my nylons!" 

"Hungry, sis?" 

"Robert, wait." I pleaded. 

He escorted me out through the thronging mob, 
completely ignoring my cries. 

"Well," I cried angrily when we finally reached the 
OCTOBER • 1946 

street, "would you mind telling me what you arc so 
excited about?" 

"Oh, you women!" You're all alike! Why you 
should be very grateful to me for saving you from that 

"Oh, Robert!" 

"But, no, I suppose you are perfectly willing to get 
your silly little neck broken just to get a pair of 

"JUST a pair of stockings! Now you listen to me, 
Rob " 

"I'll bet she's not like that. She's too refined, too 
well-mannered." He seemed completely oblivious of 
my presence. 

"And who, may I ask, is 'she'?" 

He snapped out of his coma. 

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, 
sis. But let's go in here and have some lunch first." 

He guided me through the familiar blue door with 
bright flowers painted on it to a quaint little room. 
As we entered, the mingled murmur of laughing voices, 
the soft strains of music from the Spanish guitar, the 
tinkling of fine glass and silver, all created a pleasant, 
happy hum. Our eyes wandered about automatically 
searching for all the familiar little details of the place. 
There were the same three musicians in the corner, 
clad in bright Spanish embroidery. They smiled when 
they saw us and began playing that melody that we 
had always liked so well. The tiny yellow candles still 
adorned each table — their flames dancing gayly in the 
dim light and casting queer, flickering shadows on the 
walls. Everything here was so colorful, so lively and 

Pedro saw us as we settled down at our favorite 
table by the window, and hurried over with a bottle of 
sweet w r ine. 

"Ah senorita! Y senor! Buenas dias! Eet ees so 
long seence you have come here. And we have meess 
you — yes?" He bowed politely as he presented the 
menu. "You must try ze tamales. We have joost get 
a new chef, Louis ees hees name, and hees tamales — 
zey are deevine! Superb!" 

Pedro hastened off with our orders. We laughed. 
He was such a funny fellow. He fitted in perfectly 
with the friendly atmosphere of this small cafe. 

We sat silently for a while sipping the cool, refreshing- 
vintage and awakening, in our minds, memories of 
visits before the war. 

"Robert," I finally asked, "what did you want to 
tell me?" (Continued on page 4) 



(Continued from page 3) 

"May, 1 — I wish you'd do me a favor." 

"Why certainly, darling, if 1 can. What do you 

"Well," he hesitated, "well, sis, I saw a girl today 
whom I want very much to meet. She sells perfume at 
Fipps. She waited on me this morning and she was so 
efficient. Well not efficient exactly, but so pleasant 
and so helpful." 

"And, incidently, so good looking," 1 added. 

"Oh, yes, she's beautiful," Robert admitted. "She's 
beauty, and brains, and personality combined. And 1 
want to meet her, sis. Won't you arrange it for me?" 

"But, Robert, 1 don't even know this girl. Why I'd 
feel so silly. I " 

Robert looked at me with his sad "Cocker Spaniel" 
look. He was such a handsome fellow with his wavy, 
black hair and finely chiseled features. But he wasn't 
a kid anymore. He was almost thirty. He'd had doz- 
ens of nice girl friends, of course, but none of them had 
ever seemed to phase him — except Frances. He had 
been engaged to Frances for two years and they were 
to be married as soon as he left the service, but while 
Robert was overseas, she had eloped with another man. 
After that, Robert hadn't shown much interest in 
girls. In fact, this was the first time since then that he 
had expressed the desire to see one and I just couldn't 
refuse to help him. 

"Well — O. K.," 1 said, "I'll do it on one condition." 

"Sure, sis, I'll do anything you say," Robert de- 
clared happily. "What's the condition?" 

"That you go directly to Stevens Department Store 
and get me some nylons." 

"Aw, Mary, you don't want me to get mixed up in 
that crowd of goofy women." 

"Oh, yes, I do! I want those nylons." 

"Aw have a heart, sis. I " 


"But, look I— 

"No buts brother. Is it a deal?" 

"Well — O. K., I guess so," Robert promised re- 

As soon as we left the cafe, I set out to find this 
wonderful girl whom Robert had described so en- 
thusiastically. I couldn't decide on just what ap- 
proach I should use, but I'd manage somehow. 

I had a rather difficult time finding her in spite of 
Robert's "carefully detailed description". In fact, 
after a half-hour search, I was about to give up when 
I spied her waiting on a tall, dignified gentleman. 

Rather awkwardly, I'm afraid, I introduced myself 
and asked her if she recalled waiting on my brother, 

whom 1 described as best I could. Her name she told 
me, was Evelyn Harris, but she could not remember 
Robert. However, after much pleading and explain- 
ing, I persuaded her to meet him that evening. 

Triumphantly I returned to Robert with the good 

"Well, how do you like her?" he asked anxiously. 

"Oh, I think she's lovely,, darling; you have ex- 
cellent taste." 

Robert seemed pleased. 

"But what sort of a girl is she?" he went on, "How 
does she talk? A — and what does she look like?" 

"Why she looks exactly as you described her to me, 


"What do you mean — 'good'?" 

"Well, 1 didn't think you could do it." 

"What are you talking about anyway? Do what ?" 

"Find the girl I dreamed up." 

"Dreamed up! Robert Franklin, do you mean to 
say that you have never actually seen this girl, thai 
you sent me out on a wild-goose-chase?" 

"Now, sis, don't get mad. You should be very 
happy to have found my ideal for me." 

"Robert, I think you're a " 

"Oh, golly, sis, I'll have to hurry if I'm going to 
meet her at eight. I'll see you later." 

Robert gave me a big brotherly hug and dashed out 
of the room. A half hour later he dashed out the front 

"Oh, sis," he yelled back over his shoulder, "I got 
your nylons — three pair." 


(Continued from page 1) 

Although some of our wartime measures will prob- 
ably be abolished, we are proud to say they can retire 
gracefully with their purposes fulfilled. The S. G. A. 
cannot forget those officers who have so illustriously 
guided the student activities during the strain and 
acceleration of the recent past, but now, mindful of 
the past and endeavoring intelligently to foresee the 
future, wants to aid each student in our college today. 
Let the S. G. A. speak for you! 

Pete Galley, Acting President 

"In the choice of a horse and a wife, a man must 
please himself, ignoring the opinion and advice of 

George Melville 

Millie and Dave — 
Champs Across The Net 

WITH THE SUMMER of 1946 tennis assumed a new 
position and became the most popular sport at S. T. ('. 
Without the cooperation of practically every student 
and the unceasing efforts of Coach Minnegan this 
would not have been possible. 

Prom June until the end of August, attention 
seemed to gather and increase — tennis was the sport! 
Main- students, as they learned the basic skills and 
techniques, became further interested in the sport in 
which they found themselves becoming more pro- 
ficient. The height of the tennis season was reached 
when the finals took place, determining who, among the 
excellent array of players, would receive the trophies. 

Coming up in the semi-finals were: Edith Roby, 
Ruth Snell, Gwen McKinley and Millie Moser; Pete 
Galley, Dallas Smith, Dave Cornthwaite, and Jack 
Williamson. Prom this assemblage of fine players 
Gwen and Millie came up for the finals in the girls' 
tournament; and Dave and Dallas for the mens'. The 
competition was mighty strong. The final play-ofi 
took place on the day set aside for the Day-Dorm 
I )inner. 

A gratifying number of students witnessed the 
play-offs, proof enough that tennis had become para- 
mount. Excellent playing was the keynote of the game. 
What we had learned in class about serving and driving 
the ball seemed well assimilated and put into action. 
The exciting games ended with Millie and Dave vic- 
torious — only after a difficult battle had been waged. 

The trophies which had been put in the case in the 
"Ad" building and which had inspired and enthused 
many of us, found their rightful owners at the dinncr 
when Dr. Wiedefeld presented them. 

"Be not disturbed at being misunderstood; be disturbed 
til not understanding." 

Chinese Proverb 

"Imagination is as good as many voyages — and how 
much cheaper." 

George Curtis 

"When a thought takes one's breath away, a lesson on 
grammar seems an impertinence." 

Emily Dickinson 

"There is no duty we underrate so much as the duty of 
being happy." 

Robert Louis Stevenson 

OCTOBER • 1946 


Should Faculty Supervise May Day? 

(Editor's Note: At the close of last term this question was a most controversial one. Here we present a 
pro and con discussion of the problem that will again confront the student body early in the term.) 


WHEN MAY DAY was first begun, it was a very 
elaborate affair — far surpassing anything that we, at 
the college now, have ever seen. It was highly organ- 
ized. The faculty supervised; and every class, every 
section, every person prepared a part of the festivity. 
I*f you have had a part in the May Day activities of 
recent years, you will know that comparatively a very 
few people participate and that those few take the 
whole responsibility of a project which should be 
carried on the shoulders of the whole student body. 
The whole college working together could submit more 
ideas, work more diligently on those ideas, and finish 
with a product worthy of our college. 

The reason I say faculty supervision over May Day 
is this: the faculty have seen many May Days; and 
know both the pitfalls and the paths to success. ' We 
who have been here one, two, or three years know only 
a few May Days; and we have very little foundation 
for helping to plan a successful festival. 

Then, too, the faculty know short cuts for getting 
things done. When we try doing those very same 
things, we have first to find out who we see about how 
it is to be done; and then after we find out how it is to 
be done, we have to see that it is done — a very lengthy 

As someone said not so very long ago, "May Days 
seem to get worse every year." 1, for one, do not want 
to see this go on happening. I would like to see a 
highly successful May Day with everyone in the 
college participating, planning and working on it for 
months ahead of time and finishing with something 
worthy of our college. The fun of the whole affair is 
in the preparation for it! 

Yes, again I say — Faculty Supervision — until such 
a time when May Day reaches the splendor it once had. 

Peggy Crump 


LIKE MOST other schools of its kind, STC is con- 
fronted with a problem that sends its roots down into 
the beginning of all teacher-student relationships. 
Specifically, we might say that here stands a question 
which involves the basic right and privilege of the 
student as contested against the traditionally ob- 
served and revered dogma of the faculty. It is for us 
to decide here which path of action will be of interest 
and of benefit to both groups. 

On behalf of the student, let us consider the matter 
of initiative and ingenuity, which all too often is 
inhibited by the full and adequate work of the faculty. 
As human beings, we are ever willing to accept the 
aid of the faculty, sit back, squint at the progress 
made, and yawningly render a mumbled word of ap- 
praisal. And yet, our training strives to build in us a 
desire for creative expression! 

Moreover, it is not ingenuity alone that has been 
hampered; it is, unquestionably of more importance, 
the responsibility and leadership qualities of potential 
teachers that has been impeded. As teachers, we 
alone shall have to maintain sole responsibility in ad- 
ministering aid to the young ones. How is this to be 
done if we students have not procured previous prac- 
tical training in all of our college years? The planning 
of the court, schedules, and other entertainments are 
most comparable to planning in school activities! 
Through such experience alone can we learn, and 
through practice of our theoretics can we serve best ! 

The problem of May Day supervision involves 
more than petty tribulations concerning an old Eng- 
lish custom. It, on the contrary, presents a question 
that involves our future treatment of all such new 
cases of teacher-student relationship. Through the 
many opportunities presented by May Day, we, the 
students, can derive excellent opportunity for artistic 
and literary expression and beneficial managerial 
understanding. For our own prestige and honor of 
school, let us show our families and friends just how 
well we can work in groups and how our teacher's 
training has improved us individually. 

Carol Mazaroff 


THE OTHER DAY I sal beneath a Hoc on the lull 
beyond the gym and watched the sun drop slowly 
through the trees, across the cornfield and below the 
horizon. It was very beautiful; this is what 1 thought: 


Twilight clouds drab and dull 
Hanging low on the horizon. 
Dropping sun golden and full 
Reflecting firey lights on 
Wind-swept billowy fold — 
Twilight clouds pink and gold. 

Deep blue veil of dusk approaches 
Mounting upward, slowly diffusing. 
Starlight peeping forth in pinpoints; 
Creamy crescent lazily rising, 
Falls the dusk death of day — 
Day has gone it's dusky way. 

Evening Prayer 

Yellow gold through the trees 
And now I on my knees 
Thank you God for these, 
Thy blessings. 


Jazz, America, and 
O' Cohen 

THE PEOPLE who can listen to 
jazz without being "moved" to 
the jitterburg hysteria will notice 
the revolution that has come over American music. 

Today, both harmonically and technically, jazz 
isn't at all as it was in 1939. Its quality is different; 
its sources are so much broader in comparison with 
music of seven years ago. Listen to Duke Ellington, 
to Woody Herman, to Boyd Raeburn, to Stan 
Kenton — see (and hear) what I mean! Jazz is going 
brilliantly ahead, utilizing the advances that have 
been made by some of our finest composers — Bartok, 
Stravinsky, Schonberg, and Ravel. Credit is given to 
these contemporaries for new interpretations and new 

No, not by any means is jazz dying — it is just 
reaching its adolescence. The bands mentioned above- 
use new music, new ideas — all spearheading a new era 
for jazz. The harmonic and rhythmic aspects, the 
power and impact of the brass choirs, the subtle 
undercurrent beat from the rhythm section — from the 
drums, piano, bass viol, and the guitar — , and the new 
interpretations of even the tritest ballads have brought 
new glory to jazz. These factors have made even such 
well-established favorites as Benny Goodman and the 
Dorseys appear stale in comparison. 

Listen' to America's own growing music! Jazz is 
the product of America and its growth is stimulated 
by the masses. Gershwin, Kern, Carmichael — they're 

Olivier — 

Fifteenth Century Lover 

HENRY V, an adaptation of the Shakespearean play, 
is one of the greatest achievements of modern cinema. 
In short, it is a picture based on an invasion of five 
hundred years ago when Henry V, believing that he 
might well become King of France as well as England, 
set forth with thirty thousand men to conquer the 
continental country. Although victorious in his first 
battles, his army suffers greatly and is far from ready 
to meet the opponent when the French finally decide 
to challenge them. Nowhere on the screen has there 
peen depicted such valor as in the Battle of Agincourt. 
The night before the battle Henry, disguised in a black 
cloak, moves among his men, consoling them and 
humbly praying for victory. 
OCTOBER • 1946 

Dawn brings the French. In gleaming armor they 
ride down upon the English, whose only defense is 
bows and arrows. With deadly marksmanship they 
release their arrows, rout out the French, and win the 
Battle of Agincourt. 

Wholly satisfied with his achievement, Henry occu- 
pies the castle of King Charles VI of France. Here he 
meets and woos Princess Katherine, who speaks no 
English, but who ultimately consents to become his 

Although the picture was produced in England dur- 
ing the war, the scenes and costumes are so typically 
fifteenth century that you lose yourself entirely in 
the past. The majesty of the theme, together with the 
superb casting, directing, and color photography 
make for exciting entertainment. Incidently, the back- 
ground of music is provided by the London Symphony 



IS TEACHING a profession? In an attempt to answer 
this question, I pose another: What is a profession ? 
Noah Webster says, "Profession — a professing open 
declaration, public avowal as of a religious faith or 
purpose .... The occupation, if not commercial, 
mechanical, agricultural, or the like, to which one 
devotes oneself; .... as, the 'profession' of arms, of 
leaching; . . . . " 

Then, the occupation of teaching is not as yet a 
recognized profession. The "as yet" of the preceding 
sentence is significant. "As yet" denotes that there 
is a striving toward a goal and that some degree of 
progress is noticable. 

A profession calls for organization of all its workers. 
Today we have the National Education Association. 
The N.E.A. is the voice of teachers that makes itself 
heard. The group has done much to arouse public 
interest in education and public respect for the bene- 
fits which the occupation is giving society. Still, 
teacher membership in their own movement is far 
from unanimous. 

Concentrated individual effort, however, will be 
your greatest avenue toward reaching a professional 
rating. What kind of a "teacher are you going to be? 
As you look forward to graduating from S.T.C., are 
you more concerned with the amount of money you 
will earn, or how much potential wisdom and character 
you will help a child develop? As you study here, are 
you achieving the degree of expertness that a pro- 
fessional person must command, or are you worried if 
you will attain a certain grade in a particular course? 

How much loyalty do you have? It is an alarming 
fact that from one-third to one-half of the teachers in 
this country, at the end of a school year, either move 
to another locality or turn to some other work. Do 
you look upon the completion of your two required 
years of teaching after graduation as a necessary 
drudge that will have been endured, and that then you 
will be released to "live" ; or do you consider that these 
two years will be a kind of apprenticeship that will 
provide you with the necessary experience for further 

A doctor pledges himself to the Hippocratic Oath. 
What is the teacher's pledge? Profess is the root of 
the word, profession. Teaching should be an admirable 
quality developed in you, a feeling of pride that you 
have been entrusted with the care of nature's highest 
creation, and a belief that in the nurture of each little 
child there is a possibility that he may grow to be one 
(if a nobler, stronger, saner generation than the one to 
which we ourselves belong. IIij.i.x W ampler 


The Tide Comes In-— 

A FAMILIAR FACE back at S.T.C.— ah, yes, our 
registrar, Dr. Tansil, has returned after two years in 
Uncle Sam's WAVES. 

Mexico has a law that prohibits any United States 
service personnel from wearing their uniform while 
visiting Mexico City. Therefore Dr. Rebecca Tansil 
decided it was not only a delightful place to enjoy a 
well-earned vacation, but enabled her to make the 
transition from Lieutenant Commander in the WAVES 
to civilian — citizen of U.S.A. and finally Registrar of 
State Teachers College — as rapidly and painlessly as 

As far back as October, 1942, Dr. Tansil was granted 
a commission in the WAVES; however, she was un- 
able to enter the service until June, 1944, at which 
time she went to Smith College at North Hampton. 

At Smith, she was given the same training given 
future Ensigns, and the courses were stiff, discipline 
was rigid, and the fact that she was a personal friend 
of the chief of the college was, if anything, a handicap. 
Eight weeks after entrance found her a newly com- 
missioned full Lieutenant on her way to Washington- 
nerve center of the WAVES. The weeks spent in our 
nation's capitol proved extremely worthwhile, for it 
not only gave her a clearer insight into the life of the 
service, but also provided opportunity to make con- 
tacts that were to be of inestimable value in her new 
assignment. Dr. Tansil was made head of WAVE 
Program at the Navy Supply Depot at Mechanics- 
burg, Pennsylvania. It was first estimated that they 
would need about two hundred and fifty in feminine 
personnel — the townspeople opened their homes and 
their hearts to these girls who represented not only 
forty-five states, but Canada and Puerto Rico as well. 
Soon, however, they passed the estimated two hundred 
and fifty and the Harrisburg Academy was taken over 
to house the rapidly growing group. The home of a 
congressman was put in ship-shape by the girls and 
provided them with a down-town club. WAVES 
wandering through the small town became a thing of 
the past. The Harrisburg Academy was christened 
Wave Haven and provided for three hundred girls. 
Lt. Comm. Tansil saw that the girls were given a full, 
varied program of activities that included all types of 
sports, classes in pottery making, leather goods, and 
jewelry, dances and lots of parties. The girls lived in 
an atmosphere of campus life, and for this excellent 
program Lieutenant Commander Tansil received a 
letter of commendation and appreciation from the 
Chief of Bureau of Supplies and Accounts, and the 
Secretary of the Navy. 

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IT REALLY doesn't happen here. Our Editor is a grand person, who doesn't wear a visor, and who will greet 
contributors — but not with the instrument illustrated. All the students are our contributors and we want you 
to feel free to drop your manuscripts on the "TL" Editor's desk at any time. Don't wait until the ink is dry. 
The Editor will take care of that. 

This is your magazine and we want you to aid us in the search for material. "Hide not your light beneath 
a bushel," the old admonition says. Let it cast its rays right into the Tower Light. 

Those of you who write short stories, essays, poems, or any articles of interest, please send your work to the 
Tower Light. We welcome your contributions. Perhaps our monthly theme will give you an idea for an article 
you would like to write. 



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For Services Rendered 

ON SEPTEMBER 16, there passed through these portals one of the largest 
Freshman classes the school has ever seen. Not only was it a large class but it 
was a greatly varied class. There were well over a hundred men in the group, 
(a novelty in itself) as well as one hundred and fifty girls or more. The fact that 
there were now two colleges on the campus instead of one made things more 

How was S. T. C. prepared for such an enrollment? Better than might be 
expected. Although no one knew exactly how many freshmen would enter, there 
was a general figure of around 275. And the F. A. C, god-child of the S. G. A., 
was ready to help these students. 

The F. A. C. or Freshman Advisory Council actually began its career as such 
early last Spring when a group of upper-classmen met for training classes and for 
initiation into this service group. Under the able guidance of Mr. Moser, the 
F. A. C. not only helped the Freshmen over the hurdles and activities of Freshmen 
Week, but its members are still standing by, ready to be of assistance whenever 
possible. During Freshman Mothers Week-end they will again act as guides in 
their capable way. 

As a newly organized group and 'something new' on the campus, the F. A. C. 
has made a favorable showing in comparison with the similar organizations at 
other colleges and universities. It is an organization of which the entire student 
body can be justly proud. 

Shoulders To The Wheel! 

MANY ORGANIZATIONS that were forced to curtail their activities during 
the war, and some new ones, are stirring about S. T. C. 

They will not function properly, nor be of service as they should, unless you, 
the student body, join and get your shoulders to the wheel! The Basketball team, 
the Tower Light, the Glee Club, and the many other organizations solicit your 
support. Join them. 

The extra-curricular activities of the State Teachers College will put the 
school on the map IN LARGER PRINT than at present and, more importantly, 
you will grow. A foremost ideal to realize. Needless to say, a measure of fun will 
also be yours. Let's get rollin'. 

We Dedicate . . . 

IN THIS HARVEST season we are sincerely thankful for our many blessings, 
especially for the numberless opportunities ahead of us. It is fitting, then, to 
dedicate this issue of the Tower Light to the Freshman Class, whose life of ' 
opportunity at S. T. C. has just begun. 




Helen Nitkoski 
Betty Sprutll 


Francis Barnette 
Shirley Vance 


Jane Downing 
Doris Mtller 


Don Hammerman 

Sylvia Rosen 


Margy Worley 


Jean Ritter 


Helen Smith 
Mary Hutchins 
Wendy McComas 


Dit. Eunice K. Crauthee 
Dr. Curt E. Waltheh 

Mrs. Berni.ce Brouwek 
Mr. W. Frank Guess 



Service Returnees 

Executive Visit 

THE EIGHTY-FIRST winter semester at the State 
Teachers College at Towson had an official send-oft 
with the appearance of His Excellency the Governor 
on our speakers' rostrum on October 1. 

After the singing of the State Anthem by the stu- 
dent body, Dr. Wiedefeld introduced Governor 0'- 
Conor. The Governor cordially welcomed the new 
students to the Teachers College and to the Junior 
College, a new venture in Maryland. In his address 
he made the audience feel that the State is doing all 
in its power to end the policy of ignoring teachers and 
their problems, and to open all possible facilities to 
the Junior College and especially to the veteran. 

While it was encouraging to hear the Chief Execu- 
tive of our State make these statements, it was even 
more heartening to have Dr. Pullen, State Superin- 
tendent of Schools, confirm them from the same plat- 
form. As the Governor reminded us, the speech he 
made here may be his last official word on the subject, 
but Dr. Pullen's presence gave weight to the feeling 
that the State machinery has been well integrated. 

Maryland is now awaking with regard to educational 
progress. Her aid to the veterans entering colleges and 
universities and her movement toward improving the 
lot of the teachers, and thus her children, is a long 
term investment in the welfare of Maryland. 

COSTLY AS IT was in so many ways, the late war 
has left a legacy to the educational institutions of the 
world ; a legacy which must not be lost. This legacy is 
the veteran who has returned to further his education. 

Much has been said, earnestly and half-heartedly, 
about employing veterans and giving them further 
education; but there are a few problems and situations 
which can be ironed out most satisfactorily. 

Many of the professions, of which teaching is one, 
are searching for personnel to fill in the gaps which have 
arisen. It is this plea which colleges and universities 
are attempting to answer, and on the whole the results 
are good. The average returnee recognizes the stand- 
ards in his chosen field as valid; he knows that there 
are good reasons for demanding a specified number of 
hours of study in order to qualify for a degree; but he 
also feels that the colleges and schools of the nation 
put too much emphasis on the non-essentials in the 
pursuit of a degree. 

There must not be any confusion on the point being 
made. To remove the deadwood from the curriculums 
would do much toward both answering the plea from 
the professional world and toward increasing the 
quality of graduates from the institutions. If the term 
is permissible, "streamline" the educational units of 
this country and the material turned from these 
"workshops" will be of finer quality. This is not to be 
construed to mean that a four year course will be cut 
into three, or two and one-half years, but the standards 
of the courses must be raised. Let the student work 
harder if necessary. 

Much emphasis is placed on the pampering of the 
servicemen who have returned to their pre-war civilian 
status. Necessary concessions can be made, but not at 
the expense of others. Colleges need not discriminate 
against students in favor of the veterans; to do so 
would be wicked. By meeting the challenge of the re- 
turnee and his ideas a service is not only rendered to 
the veteran, but to the scholastic and professional 
world in general. 

I) is to be hoped that educators will not let this op- 
portunity slip from their grasp, for it will not soon 
come again. 






by Francis Barnette 

(Remember her!) 

"Oh, Brenda! Oh, Brenda!" 

"What is it, Cobina?" 

"Let's enroll at S. T. C, dearie." 

"What for? I'm culturivated now. I don't want no 
more edjacation!" 

"But, Brenda, they've got men now. Real live 

That is possibly the way Brenda and Cobina would 
happily welcome the new influx of life into the halls 
of learning located on the York Road (not too far 
from Towson). This thought was brought to mind by 
a chance notice of a plaintive plea written for the 
Tower Light's November-December 1942 issue. 

It appears the war had dragged off most of the 
eligible young men from the State Teachers College at 
Towson, and in desperation, in fear of feminine ire 
bringing taunts from the girls, the men remaining 
made a cry (in the wilderness of women). Oh, it was 
heart-rending! They so feared the world would fail to 
recognize the male portion of the school that they had 
the Tower Light state: 

"We, the men students of the Maryland State 
Teachers College at Towson do hereby proclaim 
that we have submitted long enough to the Amazon- 
like society which has prevailed here. Furthermore 
. . . we shall endeavor to create an awareness of our 
thoughts and views on all vital topics." 

I can see some poor male, not yet 18 and thus unable 
to defend himself by taking advantage of the Selective 
Service Act, forcing his way through the clusters of 
women. Ye gods, a fate worse than death. 

"We have kept silent long enough." 

Apparently they could not get a word in edgewise. 
The conversations must have been rather one sided, 
all feminine. 

"Our purpose is to dominate in all matters which 
concern us, regardless of who may be criticized or 
raked over the coals." 

It would appear that the girls were taking them 
simply too, too much for granted. Notice how, with 
their backs against the locker walls, the men cry for 
recognition; notice how, when they are not heard, 
they determine to steamroller their way to victory. 

(Ed. Note. Oh yeah! The male enrollment was 
so low at one time there would not have been a full 
crew for a steamroller.) 

"Let not the tone . . . deceive you; we are out to 
put hair on the chest of the Tower Light." 

Oh, I don't think the tone deceived anyone, do you? 

But, at last, the octopus (General Hershey calls it 
by a nicer name) which had been dragging off the 
"salt-of-this-earth" and leaving these portals without, 
the silhouette of a "man-with-the-Marlin-Shave" has 
ceased its wriggling. Now, the future again looks 
bright — no more girls dancing as couples, no more 
feminine glen parties, not a single worry about where 
to get a date for the dance next week. Peace, it's 

So we repeat the Maiden's Prayer: 

"Our Father, please let him be fair 

Six foot tall with wavy hair 
God give him eyes of azure hue, 

The kind that laff out loud at you. 
And, please dear Lord, let him see ME. 



by D. R. H. 

I WONDER HOW many are aware of the beauty on 
our campus. Have you been down into the glen yet 
this fall? Go down some afternoon and just sit — and 
look — and listen. You'll be surprised at the life and 
the color. See the gum — how red it's leaves, and the 
hickory — how yellow! Is that a cardinal peeking at 
you from beneath a tangle of briars? If you're very, 
very quiet you may see the rabbit who suns himself 
every afternoon on the eastern slope. Listen to the 
stream warbling, "Follow me, follow me." Have you 
ever longed to follow a stream to its source, or its 
mouth? Are there others who could live a life out of 
doors and see beauty in every minute of it? See me! 
What is fall anyway? It's a lot of things. 

Fall Is 

The smell of burning leaves — 
Autumn haze at evening — 
The taste of beechnuts — 
The feeling inside your nose when 

you breathe sharp autumn air — 
Early morning mist that hangs in the 

low places — 
Frost like angels' breath gracing each green 

blade with silvery mantle. 
NOVEMBER • 1946 


By Jane Downing 

When winter wind his chilly breath doth glow, 

And myriad rainbow leaves come tumbling down 

To skip along the frosty lawn to find 

Their place in Nature's afghan for her flowers; 

When hoary frost with magic paintbrush tints 

The sloping roofs with silver speckled white, 

'Tis time the harvest all is garnered in 

To wait the winter's fast approaching dusk. 

Our Thanks and Hopes 

.' William C. Riordan 
Freshman Class 

SEPTEMBER 16, 1946, dawned, and with the new 
day came several hundred new and, yes, prior to en-" 
trance exams, cheerful faces to adorn the campus of 
S. T. C. 

After signing numerous papers, preparing schedules 
and taking examinations — not to forget the voice 
recordings — they found that battle fatigue had a place 
in peace as well as in war. 

All the upper-classmen were most gracious to the 
bewildered Freshmen, who were eager, yet meagre. 
You student freshman advisors led us by the hand and 
treated us with greater care than a new born babe 
requires. To you our most sincere thanks are offered. 

We have now been a part of the College for almost 
a month. Agreed, such a period of time is very short, 
yet we have crowded much into those few days. At 
every turn someone has been ready and willing to 
assist those of us who needed a_ helping hand. In to- 
day's greedy world, such kindness isn't to be over- 
ooked . 

Now that we have settled down, that is to say as 
far as studies and activities are concerned, we should 
take stock of our aspirations and see in which direction 
our ship is sailing. The course maintained will be at our 
discretion. Let's steer a wise one. 


Cinema Subjects 

SHORTLY AFTER the recapture of Rome by the 
Allies, an Italian film was made in that ravaged city. 
This film, "Open City," portrays the brutal struggle 
between the Nazis and the Roman underground. 

The heroes — the Communist leader of the Italian 
underground, Manfredi, and a Roman parish priest, 
Don Pietro — work against the German rule until their 
betrayal to the Gestapo results in breath-taking tor- 
ture and death. Manfredi endures manifold torture in 
being flayed with a blowtorch. Don Pietro is strapped 
to a chair before a firing squad and his last words 
uttered are, "It is not difficult to die well. It is difficult 
to live well." Each dies without revealing the secret 
he knows. 

Opposing this team is a Gestapo officer, his Lesbian 
assistant, and a ruthless Italian girl, who is led by dope, 
poverty and easy money into betraying the patriots. 

Street scene after street scene shows the agony en- 
dured by Roman citizens through death, starvation, 
disease, and German terror. The raid on the bakery, 
the arrest and final rescue of priest and partisan cap- 
tives, and the driving of inhabitants of a tenement 
into a courtyard by a German searching party are 
shocking and realistic. The actors portray their 
characters in unposed realism, with costuming and 
setting which enhance the realistic trend. 

After seeing the movie "Open City," one can visual- 
ize the spirit of depression, poverty, and exhaustion 
that Rome and other cities have experienced and their 
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Time Out! 

WJTH THE World Series over, and the football season 
in full swing, Coach Don Minnegan's twenty-three 
man basketball squad has jumped the gun. 

Coach Minnegan plans to have his squad ready for 
the Mason-Dixon Conference opener with Mt. St. 
Mary's on January 10, 1947. 

After attending the practice sessions, the writer is 
thoroughly convinced that the State Teachers College 
team will be a hard-driving, never-say-die club. The 
squad is learning every fundamental of basketball. 
Coach Minnegan has nine games booked to date. Six 
games are with Mason-Dixon Conference opposition. 
Three games are to be played: Salisbury State 
Teachers (2), and Frostburg State Teachers (1). 

The schedule to date is: 

Salisbury S.T.C. Home 

Mt. St. Mary's Home 

Bridewater Away 

Galludet Away 

Frostburg Home 

Galludet Home 

Mt. St. Mary's Away 

Bridgewater Home 

Salisbury S.T.C. Away 

Tentative games have been scheduled with the 
following teams: Home and Home with the University 
of Baltimore, Home and Home with Elizabethtown, 
Penn. Possible Home and Home games with Wilson 
Teachers College of Washington, D. C, and one, per- 
haps two, games with Westminster Theological Semi- 
nary of Westminster, Md. 

The twenty-three men out for the squad are: 
Krlbeck, G., Ganse, D., Goldwin, D., Hammerman, 
D., Hilgartner, B., Ireton, J., Mannion, W., Merri- 
mon, B., Michel, H., Miller, J., Moore, L., Morelock, 
D., Petrovick, N., Prasiza, A., Rembold, K., Ritter, 
H., Santiaza, J., Souris, H., Shilling, J., Smith, J., 
Spellman, O., and Stroh, W. 

Looking over the Mason-Dixon Conference it looks 
as if it will be bigger, stronger, and faster than ever. 
Teams like American U., Loyola, Western Maryland, 
Catholic U., and Washington College will probably 
scramble for top positions. Bridgewater, Mt. St. 
NOVEMBER • 1946 



















Mary's, Johns Hopkins, Galludet and Delaware will 
not be push-overs for any of their opponents. 

The students of Towson State Teachers College 
should feel proud that their team is a member of-such 
a fine competitive group as the Mason-Dixon Confer- 
ence. As for our position in the M.D. race just look 
toward the top — we'll be there. 

Sam Keefer 

S.T.C. Makes the Sports Page! 

Girls' hockey teams from colleges in this area met 
for a Hockey Play Day on Bryn Mawr campus Oc- 
tober 26. Competing teams came from Goucher, 
Western Maryland, Mount Saint Agnes, Notre Dame 
and S.T.C. From these players eleven girls were 
selected to make up the All Star Team. We are proud 
to have Dorothy Meredith, goalie, and Millie Moser, 
left wing, represent us on this team. 

The game with Notre Dame which followed Play 
Day brought special mention of S.T.C.'s hockey teams 
and cheer leaders in the Baltimore Evening Sun. The 
one-to-nothing score in the Mt. St. Agnes game gave 
us our second triumph. Let's keep S.T.C. on the 
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So They Say — 

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"Dorm life — no men — Am I kidding!" 

Janet Sjoborg, Fr. 7 
"Life would be beautiful without red ants." 

Phyllis Strohecker, Fr. 6 
"1 like dorm birthday parties and study (?) hour." 

Joan Waters, Fr. 7 
The Tower Light 
"We ought to have a newspaper!" 

"Weedie" MeComas, Fr. 1 
"1 think it is essential to the college." 

Georgia Wisner, Fr. 1 

"The assemblies have been the most original and in- 
teresting that I have attended." 

Mary Elizabeth Davis, Fr. 3 
College Life 
"I like the foyer and the dancing; the food too!" 

Beverly Benson, Fr. 1 
"I like life with a capital 'L', and pickles." 

"Stinky" Glaze, Fr. 5 
"1 like the mail-male the best." 

Marion Martin, Fr. 7 

"It's a great life if you don't weaken!" 

Elizabeth Rose, Fr. 6 
Our Men 

"They ought to be spread throughout the sections 
instead of most of them being concentrated in the 
Junior College classes." 

"Pat" Patterson, Fr. 1 

"1 don't care too much for the men. Everything else 
is what I expected." 

Anna Lynn, Fr. 7 
"I don't know them." 

Dorothy Duck, Fr. 6 
"Strictly not interested." 

Claudine Bloom, Fr. 2 

"I'm thinking about transferring to the Junior 

Betty Gilliss, Fr. 1 
S. T. C. as a College 

"S. T. C. is a place where one has the fullest educa- 
ticral advantages plus loads of fun, and ] like it!" 

Janet Stansbury, Fr. 2 

"I think it's wonderful and a very friendly school." 

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ALMOST TWO THOUSAND years ago, in a lowly 
manger in Bethlehem-town, was born the Prince of 
Peace. Today, while the world is struggling to find the 
formula for living together in harmony, let us not for- 
get the one thing we have in common with most of the 
world's other nations . . . Christ's Gospel. Even our 
methods of celebrating His birth originated in other 
lands among other peoples. 

Our most vivid symbol of Christmas, the evergreen 
tree, comes to us from Germany. Legend has it that 
Martin Luther was the first to introduce it into the 
home as the "tree of the Christ-child," although it is 
believed to have been used earlier by St. Winfred of 
Britain, a missionary in Germany during the eighth 
century. Of course the tree, like the holly and many 
other Christmas decorations, was originally taken from 
Pagan ceremonies and was adapted by the early 
Christians to help celebrate their greatest holiday. 

In Germany, the tree was beautifully decorated, but 
was never used to hold gifts. It was itself considered 
the gift of the Christ-child. The custom of the tree was 
introduced into England in the early seventeenth 
century, and was then brought to this country. 

"Deck the halls with boughs of holly" sang the early 
English. And the use of this tree at Christmas time was 
adapted by them from the Romans who used it in con- 
nection with their Saturnalia festival. To the Chris- 
tians, holly symbolized the burning bush and the love 
of God in Mary's heart. It's prickly points and red 
berries resembling drops of blood, were to remind 
people that Christ wore a crown of thorns. 

It is to the medieval Britons that we owe the custom 
of the Yule log also. This log, which was brought in 
and lighted with much ceremony, was supposed to 
bring safety and good luck to the household. Especially 
was I his true if a brand from last year's log was used 
to light the current one. These were the people who 
DECEMBER • 1946 

originated the greeting "Merry Christmas" which is 
used so universally today. 

The Christmas candles which arc much in evidence 
at this time of the year, had their origin in the Roman 
Saturnalia and are also traced back to the Hebrew 
"Least of Lights." 

But to the young children, the most exciting part of 
the Holiday celebration is the giving of gifts. Though 
the identity of the gift-bearer himself varies among 
the young people of different lands, the spirit is the 
same. In Holland, the children place their shoes near 
the fireplace for St. Nicholas to fill, and also provide 
hay for the gray horse they believe he rides. Russian 
youngsters light candles to direct Babouska, the 
little grandmother who traditionally brings them gifts, 
while in France, the children await the coming of Noel, 
and in Switzerland, children look to Father Christmas 
to make their dreams come true. 

It is from St. Nicholas, the most universal of these 
gift-bearers, that the American tradition grew, for 
"Santa Claus" is a contraction of his name. 

People the world over have taken time out from 
their daily tasks to give thanks and rejoice on the 
anniversary of Christ's birth. Though the ravages of 
war have left a great portion of the earth homeless and 
hungry, it is to be hoped that Christ's message will 
one day be fulfilled, so that there will truly be . . . 
"Peace on earth; good will to men." 

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A Toast . . . 

A classic presented by Dr. Walther at this season . . . 

"To every girl a Happy Christmas, and to every 
boy a Mary." 



Deck The Halls! 

HERE AT S. T. C. we are celebrating Christmas with all the gayety of the 
season, gathering holly and mistletoe, decorating trees, singing carols and ex- 
changing gifts. "Good will toward men" is apparent in every action and in each 
cheery "Merry Christmas." So it should be; for Christmas of all the year, is the 
time to give thanks for g6od food, warm shelter, and congenial company. 

In planning our festivities this year, a committee of students and faculty 
were confronted with reviving still another college Christmas tradition — the 
Old English Christmas Dinner. The interests of the student body were kept in 
mind when the committee considered the problems of food and costumes for both 
students and invited guests, and of decorations for our "castle." Investigation 
showed that available materials, such as they are, would not permit us to meet 
the high standards of beauty set by the English Dinners in the past. Meeting 
these requirements would demand full-scale cooperation, and even though the 
Dinner has been postponed for another year, it is not too soon for us to review 
the standards we must meet. 

Long before the Dinner itself, the ceremonies of fruit cake baking and gather- 
ing the Yule Log ushered in the Christmas season. On the night of the Dinner, 
lords in daublets and hose, and ladies in sweeping gowns, followed by colorfully 
dressed villagers, filed into Richmond Hall to watch the Yule Log being lighted in 
the great hearth. As the holiday spirit spread, the group proceeded to the dining 
hall where a lavish feast had been prepared for them. 

Shield of Braun, with Mustard, Virginia Potatoes, Peascods, Apple Sauce, 
Manchets, Shred Pies with Cheese, Mulled Ale, Apples, Nuts, Raisins, Comfits 
and Marchpane were served. And there were of course the traditional peacock 
pie, grinning boar's head, and lighted plum pudding carried in procession by the 
dining-hall employees. Father Christmas and his children and numerous jesters, 
jugglers, and tumblers added to the merriment of the guests, as did the soft 
strains of music coming from the balcony. 

At the head table lords and ladies of the castle, represented by the student 
government officers, presided over the entire affair with becoming grace. Toasts 
were given and then the people gathered in the foyer to sing Christmas carols. 
After this, groups of singers went caroling through the streets of Towson. 

Thus, twenty years ago the students and faculty established a school tradition 
that has never lost its appeal, even though it was suspended during the war years. 
When more and better materials are available, we hope to make the Old English 
Christmas Dinner a striking success once again. Only with the help of every 
student can this be accomplished. Perhaps the Tower Light will again state, as 
it did after the initial festival, ". . . the Dinner is an event that will remain long 
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v4nrf f/is Name Was 

by Marik Sanderson 

OF COURSE I will tell you the story again tonight, 
but you must be very quiet so that you do not arouse 
your mother. I do not want you to be punished for 
listening to an old man's tales when your eyes should 
be closed in slumber. Sit here on the floor beside my 
chair and I will try to finish before the fire dies. 

Once long ago at a certain season of the year when 
many tourists were coming to town and overcrowding 
the lodging houses, an event occurred, which because of 
its mysteriousness, seems to stand out in my memory. 
My inn was full to overflowing. The day of their ar- 
rival was a long and exhausting one and as I was pre- 
paring for bed, a strange knock came at the door. At 
first I heard only a faint tapping, as if the traveler were 
too tired to put forth much effort. Then came a louder 
knock accompanied by impatient rattling of the door 
handle. I made my way to the door as quickly as pos- 
sible, unlatched the wicket and poked my head out. 

There was no moon that night, but by the light from 
the bright stars I could see the figure of a man whose 
clothes showed that he was from a foreign land, and I 
could tell he had been traveling a long way. I noticed 
also that he was not alone, but I could not see the face 
of his companion. The man asked for lodging for the 
night, but since our house was all filled up, I sent him 

I stood with my back against the door momentarily 
pondering on the look in the man's kind tired eyes. I 
can see those eyes yet! Then I thought of a place 
where the man could sleep, not a nice place, but 
sheltered and warm. I quickly reopened the wicket 
and called to him. 

Re-entering the house, I immediately put the man 
from my mind and continued my preparations for bed. 
DECEMBER • 1946 

I had not lain long when there came from the back of 
the house such sounds as I had never heard. My first 
thought was of robbers and I sprang from my bed and 
ran in the direction of the stable. 

But see, only the red embers remain of the fire. Let 
us all move a little closer to the fireplace and I will 

hurry on with the story. 


Now when I found that a great many people had 
gathered in the stable, I was curious to know the reason, 
so I pushed my way through the door. In front of 
me were three men dressed in rich clothing, carrying 
glittering jeweled boxes in their hands. I nudged one of 
the men and inquired the reason for this disturbance, 
but he did not speak my language and could only point 
to something in the corner of the stable. Looking in 
the direction he indicated, I saw that a very new baby 
was lying in a little bed made of hay. 

It wasn't until after I had stepped outside and seen 
the bright star shining just above the stable that I 
began to realize what a wonderful thing had happened 
that night. Then I went back to where the rest were 
gathered and remained there until morning watching 
the sleeping child. 

And so, my children, after I am gone, and you have 
grown and forgotten me, you must remember the story 
I've told you. Pass it on to your children, for some day 
Bethlehem and all the world will know that the won- 
drous event in my stable has meaning for all mankind . 
Yes, I am an old man, and they say that I dream too 
much about the past. But this I know: the star shone 
from Heaven so brightly that all the world was made 
lighter than day. i\nd it shone for the child lying there 
on his bed of straw. And the light shone because of the 
child. And his name was ..... 


Howard Street — Christinas Eve 

by Francis Barnette 

EACH DECEMBER at the corner of Howard and 
Lexington Streets, in the glitter of Hochschild's win- 
dows there stands a Christmas spirit. He usually be- 
gins his vigil one week after Thanksgiving. There on 
the corner with his fruit-box wood chimney, Santa 
Claus greets the youngsters who have come downtown 
to "oh" and "ah" at the toy displays. 

To have been a child and not have had an encounter 
with Santa in a department store or on one of the 
many street cqjrners is a most regrettable omission. 
Sometimes however, the "Santas" cause untold con- 
fusion in the minds of their young friends. As an ex- 
ample, consider the youngster who patiently stood at 
Park Avenue and Lexington Street and told Santa the 
long list of things he wanted for Christmas. Mother 
stood in the background smiling graciously as her 
Johnny groped for words to explain the exact size and 
color of the electric train he wanted. After this baffling 
experience (and we have seen little girls scared almost 
to death by the bewhiskered, red-clad man) Johnny 
was marched one block west to Howard and Lexington. 
Here on Stewart's corner, another Santa asked in a 
voice that was supposed to fit the man who shakes like 
a bowlful of jelly when he laughs, "What do you want, 
little man?" I overheard this reply one day, "Don't 
you remember? I told you down there," as the lad 
jerked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the 
Park Avenue scene. Santa quickly covered this obvi- 
ous forgetfulness on his part and patted the small boy's 
head, "So you did. So you did." Then little Johnny 
noticed that there were four Santas, one on each corner 
of each block, and two more in the middle of the block. 
Scenes such as these work hardships on our Santa at 
Hochschild's corner, for he must be quick to escape the 
accusation: "You're not Santa, you're just a man." 
Hysterics usually follow such scenes, and it has been 
reported that mothers have joined the fray with 
flaying umbrellas. Such a Santa would emerge from 
the encounter in disrepute and, very probably, sore. 
Added to any such hazards as mentioned, there is 
always the cute child who would like to set fire to 
Santa's beard or cut his suspenders. This, of course, 
is just good clean fun. 

But six p.m. is drawing nigh. To be sure that no 

child has missed the opportunity to greet Santa, 
there he still stands on duty. Of course, it started to 
rain at four p.m., but no matter. Duty calls! An 
icicle has long since begun its formation on the end of 
his nose; his costume is soaked and the red dye is run- 
ning into the white material; and the black of his 
boots has run into a small puddle at his feet; yet stead- 
fast he stands. By eight p.m. Santa has lost com- 
munication with his feet and his fingers are pencils of 
ice. The dye has stopped running. Yes, the dye has 
stopped running now; all the red is white; all the white 
is red ; and all the black has run into the gutter. Santa 
greets Christmas and pneumonia simultaneously. At 
nine p.m., a passing policeman hears: "Merry Christ- 

No child should reach man's estate without having 
known one of these martyrs to the Spirit of Christmas, 
though the sheer number of Santa's brothers-in-the- 
trade has caused many a youngster to greet the men- 
tion of Santa with "Ah, don't give me that kid stuff." 
But, dear reader, think kindly of him, he means well. 


by Ruth Gross 
This is Christmas: 

STARS — millions of ice-crystal stars on a black sky. 
snow — a blanket of white, pure, dazzling white. 

fragrance — pine boughs fresh cut from a snowy 
woods, and roast goose and mince pies sending up 
clouds of good, steamy smells. 

caroling — clear voices rising in the crisp, cold air, 
and clear bells in silver cadence. 

light — pale tapers glowing in a dimly lit church, 
bright colored lights winking on a Christmas tree, 
and dancing lights in a little boy's wide eyes. 

warmth — a log-fire roaring on the hearth, and a 

hearty handclasp from a friend. 
Love for mankind, with peace on earth, and good will 
toward men. 


Aii Old Age Custom — 

by Joan Johansen 

NOW SOME individuals who are sticklers for techni- 
calities may state that it is a viscum album, a parasitic 
plant on the apple, the thorn, the oak, and other trees; 
but through the ages to romantic lads and lassies from 
six to sixty, it's just mistletoe. 

As you know, if a seemingly unsuspecting young 
lass stands wide-eyed and demure under the mistletoe, 
it is the privilege of the lad to demand a kiss as forfeit. 
This custom has an interesting history which dates 
back into the dim and distant past. 

Among the Britons, the annual culling of the mistle- 
toe was an occasion of great solemnity and importance. 
About the middle of what is now called November, a 
stately procession led by priests made its way into the 
woods. The Arch Druid, robed in white, would ascend 
the chosen tree and cut the sacred twig with a golden 
sickle. As it fell, it was caught in an out-stretched 
cloak held up by a group of maidens. The ceremony 
was accompanied by sacrifices to the gods, and later 
followed by jubilant festivities. Before the people dis- 
persed, the precious sprigs were divided into small 
portions and distributed among them. Because it was 
believed to be endowed with endless protective and 
creative virtues, mistletoe was carried home and hung 
over the door of the dwelling. 

The mode of saluting under the mistletoe is a 
"naughty child" of the pax vobiscum, the kiss of 
peace, which was practiced in the ceremony of the 
ancient church. In days gone by, when girls were more 
reserved, or shall we say more closely chaperoned, it 
was said that "girls, although they be ladies, may be 
kissed under the mistletoe." In those days the cere- 
mony was never complete unless a pearly berry was 
presented to the maiden as a token of good luck; and 
when the berries were all plucked, the privilege ceased. 
Today, however, the custom is rapidly losing its quaint- 
ness and effectiveness, — not because lads and lassies 
have wearied of this delightful Christmas custom, but 
rather because it is now universally observed 365 days 
a year — sans mistletoe. This ultra-modernized version 
of the ancient custom is best summed up by the classic 
reply of a young colored miss gave when asked if she 
was going to hang up any mistletoe. With a haughty 
toss of her head and a look of pure disdain, she replied : 
"No suh, Ah got too much pride to adv'tise foah de 
o'dnary courtesies a lady have a puffic right to expeck!" 
DECEMBER ■ 1946 

^ije Cf)ri£tma£ H>ptrit 

by Norma J. Moore 

The hurly-burly of Christmas Time 

Brings a curious peace to us all 

We think in terms of our fellow-men 

As to our knees we fall. 

We think of the year's successes, 

And the failures. we've had to face. 

We make up our minds to do better — 

To capture our share of Grace. 

These thoughts are the true Christmas Spirit. 

Our thoughts are our souls laid bare. 

And so we make plans for improvements 

As we sit in the Christmas tree's glare. 

From a Bay Window 

by Mary Lou Wallace 

The strains of "I'm Dreaming of a White Christ- 
mas" came from the young people beside the bright 
warm fire. I turned my back to them and walked over 
to the big bay window. 

Outside the wind whistled and howled. The little 
snowflakes danced round and round. The trees swayed 
to and fro. The countryside was blotted from view by 
the great handiwork of God. 

As I stood there I began thinking of the faded 
flowers, the sleeping grass, the dark ghostly shadows 
that were once stately green-leaved trees, and of the 
brown, barren earth — all taking that long desired rest. 

These thoughts were pushed away as the carolers 
burst forth with "Silent night, holy night, all is calm, 
all is bright." I turned from the fury of the storm and 
joined in with the singing. 

Christmas eve was drawing to a close and the storm 
was almost over. The carolers set out to brighten the 
Yuletide season. 

I went back to my window and looked out over the 
now-peaceful night. The snowflakes lay snuggled close 
together around the sparkling trees, on the fence posts, 
on the chimney tops — everywhere. The stars began 
twinkling in the heavens. The clear midnight covered 

"It came upon the mid-night clear" rang out through 
the air. The carolers' lanterns had slipped from view. 
The moon climbed above the horizon to begin its vigil. 
The shadowed patches of snow and the sparkling snow 
crystals were a fulfillment to the promise of a white 

Dramatic Club 


by Ken Weber 

TO THE TOWER LIGHT has come the news that 
the Dramatic Club has organized itself for the coming 
year. With a group of capable officers at the helm, the 
Dramatic Club promises to be a most outstanding- 
extra-curricular activity. The local Thespians have 
elected as their President, Ginna Ganshorn; as Vice- 
President, Betty J. Johnson; as Secretary, Pat Fallon; 
and as Treasurer, Lilly Freund. From fifteen members 
back in 1945, the membership this year has increased 
to some fort}' talented members. 

At present the Dramatic Club is engaged in casting 
and reading parts for two one-act plays, which should 
be ready for presentation the first week in February. 
The cast for one of these plays, Thornton Wilder's 
vivacious "The Happy Journey," is almost complete. 
Careful consideration is being given to the selection of 
a second play, this time a drama. Possibilities are a 
thriller, "The Rope" by Eugene O'Neil, and the sus- 
pense-filled "The Giant's Stair" by Wilbur Daniel 
Steele. Dr. Brewington, advisor for the club, has an- 
nounced that a three-act comedy will round out the 
season this coming May, the club proposing to do 
Noel Coward's rollicking tidbit "Hay Fever." 

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but we will bring to the attention of the students 
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IN PREPARATION for the Christinas season, the 
Glee Club has enriched its repertoire with several 
beautiful seasonal selections. Such selections as the 
chorale "Praise to the Lord," arranged by Christianson 
and applauded by visitors on Freshman Mothers 
Weekend, are promised by Miss Weyforth's group. 

Among the anticipated numbers are: "Praise Ye the 
Father," by Gounod; the aforementioned "Praise to 
the Lord," an eight part chorale; "Carol of the Bells," 
a Ukranian carol arranged by Leontovich ; and "The 
Christ of the Snow," a Hungarian carol arranged by 
Gaul. The Ukranian carol was also enthusiastically 
received by the Freshman Mothers Weekend audience. 

The Glee Club, enlarged by 50 new voices, bringing 
the total membership to 101, is expecting to sing over 
one of the local radio stations as well as furnish choral 
selections for the S. T. C. Christmas events. 

The Jeanie Group will also furnish Christmas music. 
They are scheduled to sing several traditional selec- 
tions, among which are: "Christmas Carolling Song," 
"What Child Is This," "Coventry Carol." The last- 
named is an old English carol. 


by William Murray 

"Ah, friends, dear friends, as years go on and heads get 

gray, how fast the guests do go. 
Touch hands, touch hands, with those that stay. 
Strong hands to weak, old hands to young, around the 

Christmas board, touch hands. 
The false forget, the foe forgive, for every guest will go 

and every fire burn low and cabin empty stand. 
Forget, forgive, for who may say that Christmas day 

may ever come to host or guest again. 
Touch hands." 

by Eugene Field 
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DECEMBER • 1946 

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The Man Behind the Pipe 

by Mildrkd Levy 

arc being- puzzled by a 
curious mystery. A pipe 
has been observed on 
clear mornings striding 
briskly along the road 
toward S. T. C. in com- 
pany with a lowered hat 
brim and a turned-up 
collar. No, kiddies, 
Sherlock Holmes has not 
taken up lodgings on old 
York Road. 

The Tower Light's 
committee on Rumor, 
Termites, and Missing- 
Associate Editors, upon 
investigation has un- 
earthed the rather inno- 
cent cause of all the ex- 
citement — definitely not a rumor, termite, or missing- 
Associate Editor, but one William H. Hartley, "Doc" 
to his friends and a wonder to his students. For the 
benefit of those Freshmen and near-sighted students 
who have been startled by our early morning per- 
ambulator, we feel it our duty to unearth the man be- 
hind the pipe. Here are some of the facts! 

William H. Hartley was born in the town of Lewis- 
town, Pennsylvania, and it was here that he received 
his elementary and high school education. He at- 
tended New York University and Springfield College 
in Massachusetts where he obtained his B.S. degree. 
It was at Teachers College, Columbia University, 
where he continued his studies, that he received his 
M.A. and Ed. D. degrees. 

A vibrant teacher, Dr. Hartley has been on the 
faculties of various schools. Ellis College in Penn- 
sylvania, the State Teachers College at Paterson, New 
Jersey, the State College for teachers at Albany, New 
York, and the summer sessions of Columbia University 
have been fortunate to have him as an instructor. 

Ever since 1942, Dr. Hartley and his pipe have been 
a familiar pair on the S. T. C. scene. Dr. Hartley is 
known for his vivid personality, and this fact coupled 
JANUARY • 1947 

with his many interests have made him an extremely 
popular person in the school. His classes in American 
History, Political Science, and Methods in Social 
Studies arc always informative as well as entertaining. 

A job as Director of Educational Films for the Erpi 
Classroom Films Company gave Dr. Hartley experi- 
ence in his special educational field — Audio-Visual 
Aids. This interest, together with his hobby, photog- 
raphy, forms the basis for much of his outside activity. 
Besides conducting state-wide classes in the use of 
audio-visual aids, he is a consultant for the educational 
films now being made. 

An instructor at the Johns Hopkins University, our 
"Superman" has also managed to produce over fifty 
articles for various educational journals since his ar- 
rival at S. T. C. Other writings include a junior high 
school textbook, Conservation and Citizenship; a hand- 
book of educational films, Selected Films for American 
History and Problems; thirteen articles for the 
Encyclopedia of Modern Education; and a monthly 
article for the "Social Education Magazine" of which 
he is a departmental editor. 

During the war, "Doc" was a Chief Petty Officer in 
the Coast Guard, and had the title of Expert Con- 
sultant to the Secretary of War. From his office in the 
Pentagon Building, he helped prepare films for the 
armed forces. 

Despite his other important duties, Dr. Hartley has 
always taken an enthusiastic interest in the affairs of 
our college. As advisor to the Sophomore Class, and 
as a friend to both students and faculty, he is always 
willing to use his talents in any way that will serve to 
better S. T. C. He has stated that he likes best about 
the school the friendly relationship between the faculty 
and students. He, himself, has done much to promote 
such feeling among his students. 

The pretty girls on the campus rate favorably in 
Dr. Hartley's opinion, as does the Tower Light, 
though he thinks the latter would be a more potent 
force in school affairs if it used more photographs. 
Dr. Hartley is the man who claims he is ruled by three 
females — his wife, his daughter, and his dog! No 
wonder he must resort to walking to school to be 
alone with his thoughts. 



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Summer Session 

ARE WE TO have a summer session in 1947? The Tower Light does not think 
it too early in the school year to discuss such a possibility. 

During the war years, a summer term at S. T. C. was begun to accelerate 
those students who might be eligible for military service, and to ease the shortage 
of qualified teachers. Now that the war has ended, a new need for acceleration 
has arisen. 

Many of the students on the campus are entering or re-entering school after 
a period of several years spent in the service of their country. They are anxious 
to complete their training period and embark upon their life's work. By allowing 
these people to continue their studies during the summer months, colleges would 
be giving them the opportunity to make up for the time they have lost and to 
enter into their chosen fields earlier. 

At this college, particularly, the need for turning out fully-trained, capable 
teachers is imperative. The shortage of qualified teachers is painfully acute. 
Too many schools have found that the return of former teachers to the pro- 
fessions has not been sufficient to answer the needs of a growing educational 
system. Subsequently, temporary make-shift arrangements have been made. 
A generation of school children will pay for this inadequacy. 

Those of us preparing to teach want to enter our profession now, when we 
can be of most service to it and to the community. Institutions training people 
for careers in education have a two-fold responsibility — not only to adequately 
prepare candidates for the profession, but also to assure a sufficient quantity of 
them. A summer session would not defeat either of these purposes. 

Those of us preparing to enter other professions, industries, or business are 
no less eager to accelerate. For some, the "cold, cold world" holds a family to 
support. For others, it holds a job that will not remain unfilled indefinitely. Still 
others are anxious to make up for time spent in the country's service. 

If at all possible, our college can effectively meet these challenges of both 
students and community by providing us with a summer session. 

Of Cabbages and Kings . . . 

"Time has no division to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm 
or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even 
when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.'' 

— Thomas Mann 

"See how the generations pass 
Like sand through Heaven's blue hour-glass." 

— Vachel Lindsay 

"Silence is the best resolve for him who distrusts himself." 

—Rochefoucauld, Maxim 79 
(Continued on page 5) 




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Betty Sfruill 


Francis Barnette 
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Jane Downing 
Doris Miller 


Don Hammerman 


Sylvia Rosen 


Margy Worley 


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Helen Smith 
Mary Hutchins 
Wendy McComas 


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The Case of Captain Dusard 

(A Short Story by Stanley Block) 

(Editor's Note: Because of its length, Mr. Block's 
story will be continued in the February issue which 
will closely follow this one. At that time, a summary 
of the part of the story printed in this issue will be 

DUSARD LEANED against a wall and, in the shad- 
ows of stage properties cluttering the wings, closed his 
eyes. He listened to the necessary but unpleasant and 
discordant sounds of an orchestra's tuning; while he 
listened, he thought of Louise. 

A short distance away, seated on the stage, the 
hundred members of The Los Angeles Symphony 
Orchestra busily awaited the arrival of Captain 
Dusard. Filling the auditorium's chairs, a capacity 
audience alternately talked and listened to one an- 
other while they, too, awaited the good Captain's 
coming. And, while everyone waited, he stood in the 
shadows thinking of Louise and waited for his en- 
trance cue. 

It had not always been the discordant sounds. 
There had been a time in the past when the memory 
of her was coupled with nicer tones. In Paris, where 
he found her, she became Chopin's Fantasie im- 
promptu. That was his clever method of not forgetting 
the persons he wanted most to remember. Admittedly 
possessing a very bad memory for names, and because 
he met so many new ones on each tour, he developed 
a workable system. He simply matched faces and 
mannerisms with a musical composition which (to 
him) embodied the characteristics of each face and 

Miss Fantasie impromptu proved a notable excep- 
tion. Quite properly Dusard took particular pains to 
remember her proper name. Later, he quite properly 
courted and married her. Somewhat later, he killed 
her. No, he would never forget the name of Louise 
Beaumont Dusard. 

He turned and watched the tuning. A political- 
looking man was walking toward the center of the 
stage. The Mayor (Or did they call them "Town 
Supervisors" in Southern Claifornia?) faced the crowd 
holding up his hand in a gesture for silence. 

Dusard took a quick inventor) - of himself in the 
full-length mirror placed there for the performer's last 
minute check-up. The man on the stage was nearing 
the end of the introduction. Nearly finished, he was 
making reference to Dusard's being a fellow soldier, 
international artist, and other choice words of praise 
JANUARY • 1947 

descriptive of the conductor's career. As he finished, 
he extended an arm toward the wings; Dusard exer- 
cised a bright, mechanical smile in the tall mirror, 
squared his shoulders and walked into the lime-light. 
The thundering ovation rushed to meet him in great 
rolling swells. Those who had no hands stamped their 
feet and whistled. Those who had only one eye 
watched with it while the star bowed many times in 
acknowledgment of their enthusiasm. Those who had 
no sight strained their ears to hear. 

He mounted the raised platform and greeted his 
orchestra with a smile. A good conductor always meets 
his men this way. The smile establishes a bond of 
confidence between the leader and those who are to be 
led. With the baton, he rapped sharply for attention. 
Tense and alert, a hundred men focused their minds 
and skills on that baton. 

They would dispense with the National Anthem. 
Many of the listeners had only crutches on which to 
stand. It would have been unnecessarily awkward. 
He hated unnecessary awkwardness. His arms were 
poised. In an instant, the baton carved the air. 

Carefully musicians and conductor wended their 
way through the first passage. Dusard was preparing 
to whip these men into a frenzy of inspired playing, 
but to make the marriage of harmony and expression 
complete, he had to build cautiously upon a solid 
foundation of mutual respect and admiration. It was 
better now. He began to feel the control he exercised 
over them and they, too, responded more completely 
to his direction. Swiftly he was securing the unanimity 
necessary for his interpretation. After a slow intro- 
ductory melody, the entire string section burst sud- 
denly into animated action; the woodwinds followed 
immediately taking up the same phrase, and again the 
Captain smiled. The marriage was complete. 

For many people music arouses all sorts of associ- 
ations, many of which have nothing to do with the 
music itself and Dusard's thoughts were drifting. He 
looked beyond his cellos and his woodwinds. His gaze 
hesitated a brief moment at the battery of ten bass 
viols; then broke beyond the backdrop and passed 
beyond the brick and mortar of the auditorium's wall. 
Tchaikovsky's Symphonie pathetique welled in his 
brain and he lived again an evening in Paris, France . . . 

Dusard tossed the doorman a cheery good night as 
he opened and closed the conservatory door after him. 
He blinked his eyes and waited a moment at the top 


of the granite steps drinking in deep draughts of the 
night air in an effort to refresh his tired body. He 
flexed his weary fingers and then casually proceeded 
to the boulevard. One more week of the familiar grind 
before opening night; then Paris would fall into the 
pattern of London, Rome, Berlin, and all the others. 
But, in the meantime, there were the long, laborious 
rehearsals. The concert performance would be mag- 
nificent; of this he was certain, but only as a result of 
constant and painstaking preparation. 

Someone called his name and he turned. The figure 
of a woman hurried down the steps to meet him. She 
chattered French and was very beautiful. He was 
trying desperately to interrupt and tell her he did not 
understand a word of it. Suddenly she understood; 
stopped short and laughed. In precise English she 
apologized and went on to explain that with a name 
like "Dusard," she was confident he was a Frenchman. 
However, in the future, she would pay more attention 
to "Who's Who in America." It was his turn to say 
something. He said that the original "Dusard ' ' might 
very well have been a Frenchman for all he knew, but 
that in America, names were an accident of birth, and 
regardless of source, English was the language of the 
land. He then apologized for not paying more at- 
tention to his French instructor in school. They both 
laughed. Now that the language barrier no longer 
existed, what could he do for her? Oh, yes! To be 
sure there was a reason for stopping him. She had 
written some music; she though quite good! But 
would he be kind enough to listen and appraise it for 
her? Would he give her his expert opinion? 

He looked at her again. This sort of thing had 
happened hundreds of times before and he had art- 
fully dodged as many of them as possible. There was 
a certain unnecessary awkwardness involved in telling 
people, many of them your friends, they simply did 
not have it in them. Still, he could not remember any 
of the others being as charming as she. He would not 
deny she was attractive, and she had her manuscripts 
with her. Besides, he might as well garner as much 
Parisian good will as possible before opening night 
next week. And then, too, she was so very attractive — 
or had he already made a note of that? 

He warned her that his opinion might not be expert, 
but it would be honest. They walked off together in 
the direction of a cafe where Dusard knew the piano 
was in tune. 

Half an hour later he faced around on the piano 
bench and told her the truth. Some of the products 
contained well-defined themes and were good enough 
to be bound in a child's exercise book, but to stand 
alone as serious works — well, the Germans had a word 

for it: Kapellmeistermusik — music correctly written 
but which possesses no spark of life. She said they 
represented her best. In that case he advised her to 
forget music and think of something else. Painting 
perhaps? Or voice? Dramatics? He was sorry, but 
abruptness was actually less painful than evasion. If 
it were any consolation, hers was as good as anything 
he could ever write. She looked at him somewhat sur- 
prised. No, he wasn't joking. He had learned a long- 
time ago that composition was not for him. At the 
time, it seemed a bitter pill to swallow. However, he 
found much subsequent happiness in playing, con- 
ducting, and interpreting and now he was content to 
leave composing to those who could compose. 

Dusard looked at her again. Yes, she was probably 
the most attractive woman he had ever seen. He asked 
her in very poor and broken French to have dinner 
with him next evening. It was spoken badly and he 
stumbled a few times with the none-too-familiar 
words, but she understood and accepted. They both 
laughed. They laughed partly because it was funny, 
but mostly because it was rather romantic. 

Her name was Louise Beaumont. Dusard re- 
christened her Mile. Fantasie impromptu. 


Dusard had to turn a page of the score. This action 
brought his thoughts back to the auditorium in 
Ontario, California. The audience was stilled; com- 
pletely absorbed in the brooding melancholy of 
Tchaikovsky's work. Once more Dusard looked be- 
yond the walls. His thoughts were racing backward 
to a day in Bern, Switzerland . . . 


Filipazzi occupied a small, round-top table under 
one of the many decorative awnings of the petite 
sidewalk cafe. He was a tall, thin Italian with a full 
head of distinguished-looking white hair. His groom- 
ing was immaculate and his portrait was that of a 
gentleman at ease. A glass of wine and a smaller one 
of whiskey rested on the table beside his derby. 
Leisurely he sipped his wine and puffed a large cigar; 
all the while watching the passers-by with clear, dis- 
interested eyes. Between puffs, he dipped the end of 
his cigar into the whiskey. Filipazzi, too, was a con- 
ductor of some renown, and earlier in life, had been 
a concert pianist of considerable talent. He stood and 
shook hands with his friend, Dusard, when the latter 
joined him. 

"My dear Filipazzi! Still the handsomest Roman 
of them all! It's good to see you." 

The two seated themselves. A waiter appeared and 
the Italian ordered wine for both. 

{Continued next issue) 



by D. R. H. 
Be patient with us New Year 
As we strive to gain a foothold 
On ourselves, 
And build, 
And pull together 
This war-torn world ; 
And try to make sense 
From the senseless; 
And seek to understand 
The misunderstood. 

A Menagerie 

A Decision 

by Ginny Franz 
The time for resolutions 

Has come (Eve heard it said). 
That means new pledges will be made 

In place of those now dead. 
But will the}' live or will they die, 
As those before have done? 
Will these hold true from rising moon 
To time of setting sun? 

Or will they quickly vanish 

In wisps of silver smoke? 

Will they be held as vows to keep, 

Or laughed at — as a joke? 
But if you think they are worth making, 

(And I suggest they are) 
And you learn the way to keep them, 

You'll reach — and find a star. 


"Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he 
Who finds himself, loses his misery." 

— Matthew Arnold 

"He has half the deed done, who has made a beginning." 

— Horace 

"Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no 
truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can 
die; but is all still here, and, recognized or not, lives 
and works through endless changes." 

—Thomas Carlyle 

"Only a night from old to new, 

Only a sleep from night to morn. 
The new is but the old come true, 
Each sunrise sees a new year born. 

— Helen Jackson 
JANUARY • 1947 

by Joan Johansf.n 

WEBSTER DEFINES a menagerie as "a collection 
of wild animals for exhibition." He also most per- 
fectly defines each animal in such a collection. Here, 
however, with apologies to Mr. Webster, are a few 
workable definitions of those who are on constant ex- 
hibition because of their characteristic behavior. How 
many have you met? 

Cat — she who greets your oldest outfit, the circles 
under your eyes, the stringy hair, and you on a 
Monday morning with a purred, "Darling, you do 
look sweet today!" 

Social Lion — he who thrives on simpering female 
adoration and is the life of every party (life spelt 

Skunk — he who stands you up and, to add insult to 
injury, has a perfect alibi (blonde, brunette, or red- 
head as the case may be). 

Poor Fish — he who picks a date with a hearty appetite 
and a champagne thirst on his meager 65 a month 
(True to nature he gets slightly green around the 
gills when the waiter presents the bill.) 

Clam — he who is bored and speechless unless you are 
discussing the topic most dear to him: himself. 

Eager Beaver — can best be described in the slightly 
altered quotation. "Never has one tried so hard 
for so long and accomplished so little." 

Dear — the very sweet creature whose golden rule is: 
"Be nice to people because you never know when 
you'll want to take advantage of them." 

Wolf — he whose chief delight is the relentless pursuit 
of the poor little innocent lambs. 

Little Lambs — the innocent looking creatures who 
make the clever (ha, ha) wolf think he is doing the 
pursuing and they the running. 

Rat — he who has the audacity to tell you you're 
looking fine, when in reality, he's doing all the 

Sly Fox — They say the fox is very agile, but have you 
ever seen him fumble when the check comes around? 
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remaining winter months. 

Instruction in the following activities will be avail- 
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to men who are interested: tumbling, intramural 
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with their badminton and basketball electives. 

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Library Additions 

The Chrysanthemum and The Sword by Ruth Benedict; 
Houghton Mifflin Co. "We cannot afford to dismiss 
the Japanese as queer ducks. In this book we see 
. . . their view of life and themselves . . . what makes 
them tick." 

Brandeis — A Free Man's Life by Alpheus T. Mason; 
The Viking Press. "This first full-scale biography 
gives us the authoritative record; ... a personal 
appraisal of his character; . . . and the impress that 
he made on law and life." 

The Light of Stars by Evelyn Voss Wise; Bruce Co. 
"Here is a story which simply reveals the heart and 
soul of a priest who steps out of the pages and gives 
enough to light and warm the hearts of all." Locale 
— Baltimore, perhaps the church around some not- 
too-distant corner. 

Borrowed Summer and Other Stories by Elizabeth En- 
right; Rinehart & Co. "A variety of stories from 
the sympathetic 'Sugar for the Old Horse,' to the 
delicate picture of psychological escape, 'The Maple 
Tree.' Many of the stories are about women, but 
not all; the title story is of a man's — an embezzler's 
— perfect summer." 

Lydia Bailey by Kenneth Roberts; Doubleday & Co., 
Inc. "History, romance, and adventure skillfully 
blended" of the period when the newborn United 
States was being tested by Tripoli and her own 
citizens and Napoleon was- planning reconquest of 
Haiti as a base for attacking continental America. 
"Lydia and her romance with Albion is the thread 
which ties together this magnificent historical novel." 




by Francis Baknette 

THERE ARE IX this life many and varied questions 
which beset the mental cavity of the higher animal 
known to the trade and also to the world at large as 
Man. Of the many pitfalls there is none, on record at 
least, that leads to more utter ruination of the char- 
acters fine and noble than the affluence of a pretzel. 

This little known fact, little known for obvious 
reasons, will, I predict, have large consequences on 
the life of men learned in the art of probing in other 
persons' lives. Before I go any further in this discus- 
sion, I wish to be clearly understood. I am not re- 
ferring to the Dies Committee on Un-American Activ- 
ities or to wire tapping by the C & P Telephone 
Company. Now to return. Many people when looking 
through the rungs of a pretzel, an art which is not en- 
gaged in as much nowadays, alas, as it might be hoped, 
do not realize the significance of their observation. 
(Ed. Note: the author does not refer to "observation" 
which is the art of seeing. "Oversation" is a contraction 
of the words "Oh" and "conversation" which means 
startled by the mention. This comes from the Greek 
which is better left undiscussed.) 

Too many of us see life in the drabness of winter, the 
color of spring or autumn, or the sunny pleasantness 
of summer; but how many of us see life through the 
rungs of a pretzel? That is the trouble with the world 
today. Men have decried the lack of "a good five cent 
cigar" and untold numbers of other things which they 
claim are wrong with the world; but they lack the 
secret — see the world, life in general (and the world 
will be life in general which in turn will be generally 
means life in general which is in itself equal to — 
(apologies are offered at this point to Miss Gertrude 
Stein and the subject will be dropped.) 

Ah! Gerturde Stein, there is a poetess after my own 
soul. Lacking in punctuation is her work, yet before 
decrying that Miss Stein is lacking in the rudimentary 
elements of writing, know that she can punctuate. 
That is the mark of a great person, one who is able yet 
will not. What priceless glory has she given to the 
language that we speak when she says "a rose is a rose 
is a rose is a rose." What magnificence to the lowly- 
first cousin of rigor mortis, grammar. The French, 
German, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese and Swiss reading 
her work, prior to translation I might add, find in it 
untold beauty. And that, dear reader, is what you 

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Air. von Scbwerdtner: 

"I'm going to try and live a smoother life in the new 
year." (Don't tell me our German professor has 
been living a "Rough" one!) 

Miss Weyforth: 

"I didn't make any resolutions — but I did revise the 
disorder on my desk." (One look at the desk will 
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Miss Blood: 

"My only resolution is not to make any." 

Miss Alford: 

"I made only one, but I forget what it was. Maybe 
it was not to forget things." 

Mr. Weaver: 

"I don't make them any more. I can't keep them, 
so why make them." 

Dr. Walther: 

"I didn't make any — you are less pinned down if you 
don't," (What could Dr. Walther want to be free to 

Mr. Moser: 

"I didn't get up in time on New Year's Day to make 
any. I lead such a saintly life I really resent being 
asked if I made any." (Still water runs deep.) 

Dr. Bergner: 

"I guess I'm too old to make an}'." 

Mrs. Brouwer: 

"I have a hunch that the easiest way to reform is 
not to resolve to reform. I resolved not to make any 
resolutions, but came back refreshed and ready to 
resume some responsibilities and assume others." 

Miss Barkley: 

... (It seems that Miss Barkley was too busy bask- 
ing in the Bermuda sun to make any resolutions.) 

Miss Woodward: 

"The only resolution I made you couldn't print." 


(Continued from page 7) 

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Miss Stein has in mind at the time of writing, you have 
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Our Language Master 

by Mildred Levy 

ERNST VON SCHWERDTNER, our new language 
teacher, never went to grammar school. His entire 
elementary and high school education was gleaned 
from his parents who had both been teachers. On the 
family farm near Annapolis, where he was born in 
1898, Mr. von Schwerdtner grew up in an atmosphere 
of culture and work. His life today is still a combina- 
tion of both. 

A tribute to the excellence of his parental instruction 
is the fact that when he finally did enter a school — 
St. John's — he was a very successful student and 
graduated in 1917 at the age of nineteen. Several 
weeks before his commencement, Mr. von Schwerdtner 
had begun teaching in a school in Annapolis, and he 
has been at it ever since, except for one major break. 

From the prep school where he first began his teach- 
ing career, he went on to the high school at Thurmont, 
Maryland, as instructor in languages. Next came a 
stint as both graduate student and instructor at the 
Johns Hopkins University, two full-time jobs. 

After this, Gettysburg College in Pennsylvania was 
fortunate in having him as assistant professor of 
German. Here he remained for twelve years, but left 
in 1939 when war clouds were gathering. 

After vainly attempting to enter the armed forces, 
Mr. von Schwerdtner devoted himself to war work. 
For six years he was employed by a manufacturing 
concern, first as a construction accountant and then 
as production auditor. 

Back in the days when Mr. von Schwerdtner was 
teaching at St. John's, a young lady named M. Theresa 
Wiedefeld was a supervisor in the schools of Anne 
Arundel county. St. John's provided an extension 
course that enabled teachers to gain credits toward 
their degrees, and the president of our college was one 
of the students. It is because of this acquaintance 
with Dr. Wiedefeld as well as the fact that he is the 
first language teacher in the history of this school that 
Mr. von Schwerdtner considers his stay here more than 
just another job. 

In the classroom, Mr. von Schwerdtner bases his 
work upon the theory that there are certain basic 
concepts which every student of language should 
master. These are represented in his book, Funda- 
mental Language Facts, which was written during eight 
FEBRUARY • 1947 

weeks in 1933. It is his opinion that some of these 
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It is impossible to talk with Mr. von Schwerdtner 
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His oldest son, a veteran of the past war, is married 
to a Red Cross nurse whom he met while serving in 
the armed forces. One daughter is a student at the 
University of Maryland, while the sixteen-year old 
twins are in high school — Boys Latin and Eastern 
High respectively. 

Mr. von Schwerdtner believes that there are ad- 
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that the student is able to learn much more quickly 
and to receive personal instruction. But the very ac- 
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vidual study might, as it did in his case, pose a problem 
when he finally entered a formal school, for he was 
younger than the other boys and had to work hard to 
keep up with them in the athletics he loved. Then, 
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IT IS AN administrative policy that S.T.C. assemblies should be of cultural 
value. This is a worthwhile policy, and it entails a heavy responsibility on the 
part of the administration. The administration must see to it that the assemblies 
are cultural and are as valuable an asset to our required curriculum as any of 
our classes. 

To give people culture means to educate them. In order to educate them 
you must interest them. A speaker can be full of wisdom, but if he cannot interest 
his audience he is merely wasting time. A violonist can play music written by 
the greatest composers, yet if he cannot play the violin very well he might just 
as well stay home. The best way to educate is to interest, and the best way to 
interest is to give an audience the advantage of hearing fine speakers and compe- 
tent musicians. 

During the first semester, students found the assemblies uninteresting. 
Since that time, assemblies have improved and have commanded the attention- 
of many students. Still, a large group attend the assemblies merely because they 
are required to do so. This group can be reduced substantially if the assemblies 
continue to improve. 

The Assembly Committee has done a commendable job with its limited re- 
sources, but its activities have been hampered by circumstances. It has suffered 
from student indifference. Very few students have bothered to help prepare better 
assemblies. Few have even ventured to offer constructive criticism. The Com- 
mittee's activities have also been limited by an inadequate budget which enabled 
them to obtain only the more modestly paid speakers. While this does not mean 
that the speakers are poor, it generally follows that a speaker's ability rises in 
proportion to the amount of money he can command for a lecture. 

We suggest that the Student Government attempt to arouse interest among 
the student body in order to help the Assembly Committee. We also suggest 
that the administration consider the possibilities of increasing the funds at the 
Committee's disposal. — Ed Cline 

On Brotherhood 

"There is no conflict in the divergence of religious faiths, as all religion 
whether it be that of Christian or Jew is founded upon the same basic concepts 
of human relationship — justice, tolerance and decency — and all finds its appli- 
cation in everyday life and works of the individual rather than in any delimitation 
to house and day of worship. Our history records no single instance of religious 
distinction in the burdens of war or the burdens of peace, nor in the manner in 
which Americans of all faiths nobly have carried those burdens to bring our 
country safely and honorably through the successive crises which have beset our 
people, as they have beset all mankind." — General Douglas MacArthur 




Mildred Levy 
Helen Nitkoski 


Ed Cline 


Jane Donling 


Sam Keiffer 


Sylvia Rosen 


Phyllis Kesseling 


Margie Worley 


Helen Smith 
Pauline Pac 



Stanley Block's 

The Case of Captain Dusard 

( Continued from the January Issue) 

Summary — What has gone before: 

The Los Angeles Symphony Orchestra and its guest 
conductor, DUSARD, are giving a concert for the 
patients of a military hospital in Southern California. 
During the playing of Tchaikovsky's Symphonie pa- 
thelique, the music stirs a chain of reflective thoughts 
in the mind of Dusard. He relives again an evening 
in Paris, France, where, under somewhat amusing and 
romantic circumstances, he met LOUISE BEAU- 
MONT. Dusard nicknames her Mile. Fantasie im- 
promptu because her manner and charm suggest that 
Chopin composition. The celebrated musician ar- 
ranges another meeting with the attractive Mile. 

Completely absorbed in the brooding melancholy 
of Tchaikovsky's work, Dusard's thoughts are also 
directed backward to a day in Bern, Switzerland, and 
an encounter with his good friend, the distinguished 
Italian conductor and pianist, FILIPAZZI. 

The story continues 

"Dusard, figlio miol You grow more famous with 
the years. Each performance is a new conquest. I am 
positive your activity here in Bern will be no exception. 
May I add that I understand your conquests are no 
longer limited to your music." 

"You refer to Mile. Beaumont?" 

"I do." 

"You old fox! How did you know? I thought I was 
keeping my secret life a secret." 

"Such talk gets around in our circles." 

The waiter reappeared with clean glasses and a fresh 
bottle. After pouring, he promptly left. Dusard lifted 
his glass in a toast to the health of his friend. He read 
his watch and said: 

"Sorry, I can't spare too much time. What is it you 
wished to discuss? Some new treat for these Swiss?" 

"Just a few moments and I shall have said all I am 
going to say in this matter, my boy." 

"I don't understand." 

"I sent for you to discuss your friend, Mile. Beau- 
mont. I realize it is no concern of mine and I know also 
that if you're as much involved with her as I think 
you are, you can't hear nor understand what I'm 
saying. I'll risk that. 

"Listen to me, Dusard! I know the type. She's not 
right for you!" 

The younger man interrupted hotly : 

"It may make a difference in your tone if you will 
realize also that you are not speaking of Mile. Beau- 
FEBRUARY • 1947 

mont, but Mrs. Dusard ! We were married a week ago. 
It seems that your informative circle came a cropper 
on that one." 

Filipazzi raised his glass to the level of his eyes. 

"So be it. I wish you a long and happy life together." 

He drained his glass and put it down empty. For a 
brief while the two friends sat there and looked at 
everything but each other. Dusard cleared his throat. 

"Louise and I should like to have you to dinner on 
the twenty-seventh. That's the night following the 
concert. Can you make it?" 

Filipazzi puffed on his cigar. 

"I shall be delighted." 

The two men arose, shook hands and went their 
separate ways. 


Far away and faintly, a Southern Pacific locomotive 
grudgingly whistled for a crossing. Dusard's trained 
ear picked up the foreign noise and it served to make 
him aware of the auditorium — the orchestra — and the 
audience of crippled soldiers. They were nearing the 
climax. The tympani was producing its special effects. 
He could feel the beat pulsate through his body. The 
strings were assuming a more vigorous character. A 
hundred men plus one; and all of them bound together 
in perfect accord for the shaping of the grand climax. 
Odd how sometimes two persons could make such an 
unholy mess of it. He thought of three small California 
towns more than two hundred miles away. Salinas. 
Carmel. Monterrey . . . 


October, 1941, and First Lieutenant Dusard, Coast 
Artillery Corps, Officers' Reserve Corps, was called 
to active duty. 

Louise was glad he was an officer. She had heard 
about the other ones. What were they called? Yes, 
enlisted men. She had heard that they had to do all 
sorts of unpleasant things, whereas the officers had 
everything their own way. Her husband emphatically 
stated such was not the case. That whoever had said 
so did not know what he was talking about and that 
no modern army — American or any other — was gov- 
erned by such principle. He didn't mean to shout at 
her. It was a culmination of three years of unhappy 
married life joined with a disgusting, defeated feeling 
that there was nothing he could do to make it right. 


Perhaps the military interlude would help. He said 
he was sorry for shouting and then told her the good 
news of his transfer to the Air Corps. 

One bright and balmy day in May, 1943, Mars 
rolled the dice and the fortunes of war cast Captain 
Dusard on the Salinas Army Air Base. He was still 
verv much a man of music; but more specifically, he 
was now a test pilot and an assistant engineering 
officer assigned to the Base Squadron for duty. With 
as much difficulty as any other soldier experienced, he 
located an apartment in town and the two were soon 
as unhappily settled as ever before. 

The illusion of domestic harmony vanished. She 
was impossible. Recently there had been a scene, 
quite awkward, at the new Commanding Officer's re- 
ception. No one spoke of it, of course, but everyone 
noticed — and there seemed to be much whispered 

The "Blue Bird Inn" in Carmel? No, perhaps not. 
It could have been at the "Del Monte Lodge." Surely 
it wasn't at "Mac's" in Monterrey! Still, it was pos- 
sible that it was at "Mac's." Regardless of where it 
happened, the important thing was that it finally did 
happen!!! Dusard arrived at a solution. Their mar- 
riage would be dissolved, and it would be done com- 
pletely, irrevocably, once and for all time. No sepa- 
ration; no divorce; simply a gentle act of violence, and 
everything that was now wrong would then be made 

It was an effort not to be too gentle. There was 
nothing to be gained in arousing her suspicions. But 
it was almost laborious, now that the plan was formu- 
lated, not to behave toward her in a manner akin to 

She enjoyed dinner at Carmel and the scenic, four- 
teen-mile drive back which, in part, followed the coast 
of Monterrey Bay. He turned the car's wheel away 
from the stream of traffic and followed a gravel spur 
for a short distance; then stopped. He had promised 
to show her the famous Monterrey Oak which so 
man}- aspiring art students have at one time or another 
sketched, painted, or photographed for Art's sake. 
She wanted to take a picture before it was too dark. 

Her husband took her arm and helped her climb. 
When they reached the top his wife sat down and 
rested. He walked to the edge of the cliff and watched 
the waves break on the rocks below. 

She snapped three or four pictures and was ready 
to leave. Dusard stood watching the waves and the 

"There's an interesting group of boulders down 


"Yes. Have you any film left?" 

"One or two." 

"Why don't you try it just for the angle?" 

She walked toward him. He put his arm around 
her waist as she ventured a look over the rim. She 
spoke : 

"I can't see anything so unusu " 

Dusard watched as her body hurtled downward and 
broke itself on the rocks. Her clothing had billowed 
out into a shapeless mass like soiled laundry going 
down a chute. He never saw the expression on her face. 

Now he must assume the role of frantic husband. 
Immediately he dropped over the side and half fell, 
half skidded to the bottom. 

The water lapped over the lifeless form wedged be- 
tween the rocks. Dusard pulled it free and tried to 
carry it back to the top. But even in death, as in life, 
she proved impossible. He placed her out of reach of 
the sea and slowly climbed back. His hands and arms 
were bruised and cut deeply. Dirt mixed with blood. 
It pained him to hold onto the brush and the stones 
as he progressed upward. 

He flagged a car full of soldiers to a halt on the main 
road. A patrolman spun his motorcycle around and 
stopped. Later an ambulance arrived with doctors 
and a reporter. The body was hauled up slowly. It 
took a long time. Dusard would not leave; he would 
not think of accepting medical treatment for his own 
wounds until they first examined his wife. Everyone 
admired him. 

It was the state police who told him she was dead. 
One of the doctors drove him into the hospital and 
bandaged his hands and arms. '■ ' 

Dusard had played the role of frantic husband to 
the hilt. He had played it to well. Six months later 
both his arms were amputated at the' elbows. 


Symphonie pathetigue was finished. 

Dusard glanced at the awkward mechanical devices 
that had replaced his hands and forearms. The cheer- 
ing and bravos were as much for this man's courage 
as for his music. He faced the assembly and accepted 
the spontaneous tribute. The building reverberated 
with shouts of praise and cries of Encore!!! He turned 
and signaled the musicians to rise. They got to their 

Smilingly, the Los Angeles Symphony Orchestra 
and its guest conductor, Captain Dusard, faced the 
applause and bowed in gratitude. 



"The time has come," the Walrus said, 

"To talk of many things: 
Of shoes . . . and ships . . . and sealing-wax . . 
Of cabbages . . . and . . . kings ..." 
from "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" 

—Lewis Carroll 

Lincoln and Washington 

Lincoln and Washington. It is strange how you 
cannot think of the one without the other coming to 
mind. Why should this be so? After all, they lived 
almost a century apart. One was a true aristocrat and 
the other a true democrat. Washington is pictured as 
a tall, stately man in the clothes that were the latest 
fashion of his day. Lincoln is seen as a homespun, 
rather clumsy man in ill-fitting garments. He is noted 
for his wit and humor; while Washington is remem- 
bered for his solemnity and shyness. The situations 
and circumstances which shaped the philosophical and 
ethical beliefs of Washington were entirely different 
than those forces which were exerted upon Lincoln. 
Two men so different yet so alike! Both gave of their 
wisdom and devotion in guiding the people they loved 
so much. They were honest, simple men, humble yet 
fearless, with personalities strong enough to influence 
the majority of a nation. Perhaps this is why they 
remind me of the lines: 

Lives of great men all remind us 

We can make our lives sublime 
And departing, leave behind us 

Footprints on the sands of time; 
Footprints that perhaps another, 

Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 
\ forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 
Seeing, shall take heart again. 
Let us, then be up and doing 

With a heart for any fate; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 
Learn to labor and to wait. 
From "A Psalm of Life" — Longfellow 

Margie Worley 

Heard at exam time . . . 

Question — How can a Reubens be distinguished from 
a Titian if both painters did the same subject? 

Answer — If the subject is Self-Portrait, find a pic- 
ture of each master and match it with the canvas. 
FEBRUARY • 1947 


Do you know that . . . 

. . . When your best beau sends you a box of candy 
or a paper heart on February 14, he is carrying on a 
custom that dates back to the Roman festival of 
Lupercalia, when the young people drew lots to find 
who would be their partners for the next year. 

... St. Valentine was established as patron saint of 
lovers through a confusion in words. It seems that the 
letters "g" and "v" were frequently interchangeable in 
early times, and the Norman word, "galentin" — a 
lover of the fair sex — was frequently pronounced 

. . . Even the master Shakespeare mentioned valen- 
tines in his play, Hamlet. 

. . . One of our contributors had a professor in mind 
when she selected the following poem for publication: 


Love, it is night. The orb of day 
Has gone to hit the cosmic hay. 

Nocturnal voices now we hear. 

Come, heart's delight, the hour is near 
When Passion's mandate we obey. 

I would not, sweet, the fact convey- 
In any crude and obvious way: 

I merely whisper in your ear — 
"Love it is night." 

Candor compels me, to say 

That years my fading charms betray. 

Tho' Love be blind, I grant it's clear 

I'm no Apollo Belvedere. 
But after dark all cats are gray. 
Love it is night! 

— Bert Taylor 

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Across The Footlights 

by Joan Johanson 
ONCE AGAIN Baltimoreans proved they were de- 
votees of the ballet by filling the house to capacity 
when the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo appeared at 
the Lyric on Friday and Saturday, February 7 and 8. 

The ballet, old as the royal courts of Europe, is a 
young art in America; but it is obvious that it has 
taken fast root here. When it first appeared in the 
United States it was greeted as exotic, expensive; and 
elegant, and it appealed to a very limited audience. 
The modern choreograph, however, gathers his ma- 
terial from experiences common to the majority of 
people. In this way, larger audiences can well under- 
stand and appreciate the performance. 

By way of further experiment, the ballet play, the 
dance drama, and the ballet film have been produced. 
The ballet was first brought to awed theater goers in 
capsule form in certain dance scenes, the first being in 
the smash hit musical, Oklahoma. With this show as 
a pace setter, the dance form was successfully copied 
in other long-run shows, such as Song of Norway, 
One Touch of Venus, The Merry Widow (a revival), 
Carousel, and countless others. Just recently, the 
ballet was brought to movie goers in the fine production 
of the dramatic and deeply melancholy movie, The 
Specter of the Rose. Now the ballet is being accepted 
by the public with the same enthusiasm as best 
sellers, movies, and other popular art forms. 

Until the middle of the nineteenth century, Western 
Europe was the home of the ballet, but in the "50's" 
the ballet center shifted to Russia. Even to this day 
three important factors determine the greatness and 
soundness of the Russian ballet. First, the humility 
of the Russians, their willingness to learn from any- 
body who could teach them, and the ability to make 
good use of what they learned. Second, government 
support which encouraged new ideas in ballet as it did 
in drama and opera. Third, the persistence with which 
the Russians have carried the banner of the classic 
dance through two centuries, through war and peace, 
through want and plenty. It is they who have pre- 
served the heart and soul of the ballet. 

Back stage tradition was likewise preserved, either 
by word of mouth or by imitation. To cross them- 
selves before going out on the stage, to part their 
hair in the middle and slick it down on the sides, or 
to tie the ribbons of their toe shoes so that the audi- 
ence can not see them are a few of the back stage 
traditions still kept alive by young dancers who 
dream that they too may become the Maitre de 
Ballet or the Prima Ballerina. 


Ring Out the Old! 

Ring In the New! 

"SAYARNARA, TO MO DACHI!" That is how the 
Japanese would say goodbye to their friends. 

"Arigato, tomo dachi!" That is how the Japanese 
would thank their friends. 

Since the people of Japan are noted for their ex- 
pressions of gratitude, I can find no better way to 
thank the student body for the support it gave to a 
faltering and unknowing leader. 

The enlarged college community had many growing 
pains to endure. Thanks to patient and understanding- 
faculty advisers, Miss Barkley and Dr. Walther, and 
helpful student officers and committeemen, this grow- 
ing child was clothed in more suitable garments. 
An inward feeling of renewed enthusiasm and college 
spirit seemed to be kindled automatically as the officers 
served the Government Association of the students, by 
the students, and for the students. ■ The outgoing- 
Executive Board thanks all students who in anyway- 
helped to make its administration so successful. 

The foundation for this improved structure has been 
begun, but materials are scarce and the laborers too 
few. As I turn the gavel and S. G. A. Constitution over 
to the newly elected President and her staff, may each 
student give ear to the plaintive song of the S. G. A., 
"You made me what I am today; I hope you're 
satisfied." — Pete Galley 

ACCEPTING THE GAVEL and the Constitution 
from so worthy a leader, I hope that the satisfaction 
of each student with the Student Government Associ- 
ation is most complete. 

Our growing child has been clothed through the past 
year and is now ready to don top hat and "tails." 
Such grandeur and elegance can only take place when 
cooperation and a desire for achievement extend a 
helping hand and a steadier arm to the child toddling 
up the staircase. 

May the incoming officers of the S. G. A. and the 
members of the Executive Board help answer the cry 
of the students for the complete government of, by, 
and for themselves. 

Lacking the knowledge of the language of the Jap- 
anese people, may I simply say hello to my friends and 
express my hope that as much will be achieved in this 
term of office as has been accomplished in the past 
one — all through the work of the student body. 

By the end of another year, may our child grow so 
speedily that he may sit at the head of the stairs and 
say, "I know myself; let me now step out to view the 
world." — Virginia Franz 

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December 5, 1946 

"Towson State Teach- 
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said the experts. 

February 11, 1946 

State Teachers dropped Wilson T. C, 55-45, for the 
sixth win of the season against five losses ! 

Towson holds the distinction of being the only 
Teachers College admitted to the fast moving, aggres- 
sive Mason-Dixon Conference. The Conference oper- 
ates in Maryland, Virginia, Delaware, and Washington. 

In the mythical Maryland State Championship 
Title race, Towson has a 6 win — 5 loss record. We 
stand in fifth place in a 10 team "league." The 
Teachers have racked up 538 points, averaging 48.9 
points for eleven games. Our opponents have scored 
517 points, averaging 47.0 points a game. 

Howard "Bud" Ritter, 6' 4" freshman forward, from 
Towson High School, has scored 120 points for a 10.9 
average. Warren "Shorty" Stroh, 6' 6" center, has 
contributed 103 points for a 9.2 average for 11 games. 

Towson started the season by annihilating its old- 
time rival, Salisbury S. T. C, 94-52 in the first Mens 
Collegiate basketball game in the new Towson gym. 
The team traveled south to Bridgewater College, Vir- 
ginia, where they dropped a hard-fought tilt 30-40. 
The Alumni returned on January 7, and were subdued 
by the youngsters, 62-43. In a hotly contested game, 
Towson edged Bridgewater 41-40 in a return match in 
our gym. The Teachers split two games with the once 
powerful University of Baltimore, dropping the first 
encounter 37-45, and taking the return match in an 
overtime period, 64-55, in what proved to be one of 
the hardest fought games of the season. 

February 27, 1947 

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"Great responsibilities have been placed upon us 
by the swift movement of events" 

THE UNITED STATES emerged from World War II 
as the dominate power in the world. Because of her 
geographic position she was unassailable; her indus- 
trial machine could over-produce any other in the 
world; and she and her ally, Great Britain, were the 
only countries that had the atomic bomb. 

The international situation has deteriorated rapidly. 
The United Nations Atomic Commission has reached 
a deadlock. It has thrown the problem of atomic 
control back into the laps of the United Nations as- 
sembly. The control problem is no nearer solution 
than when the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. Yet 
it has grown astoundingly in size. Now, the French 
have announced that they know how to make the 
bomb. Other countries may have the "know how" 
also. If the United Nations cannot reach an agree- 
ment on atomic control, we must face the increasing 
possibility of atomic warfare. 

If an atomic war is waged, the United States will 
probably be the first country attacked. It is the rich- 
est in land and raw materials. It is the only major 
power not touched by the recent war. Its agricultural 
and industrial resources have created great surpluses. 
Millions of Europeans and Asiatics are starving or 
living at a bare subsistence level. Any war-minded 
country w r ouId be able to recruit millions of soldiers 
from these discontented people. To many their last 
chance seems to be a gamble on one final war. 

One third of the population of the United States is 
concentrated in one hundred and ninety nine cities of 
over fifty thousand in population. A few hundred radio 
controlled rocket atomic bombs could devastate every 
major city and military installation in the U. S. Such 
an attack would reduce the U. S. to a third rate power 
in less than sixty minutes. We would have neither 
cities nor industries. Authorities believe that forty 
million would die in the first attack. Millions of others 
would be homeless, starving, and wounded. Unless 
they could be fed and clothed, many of them would 
have to steal or fight for food. Anarchy would prevail 
in many parts of the country. All forms of trans- 
portation would soon be at a stand-still, for the im- 
portant fuel dumps would be destroyed immediately 
by marauding enemy rockets. Communication would 
cease throughout the entire nation, for telephone lines 
would be broken. Rockets that could come in on radio 
beams would smash any existing radio stations. All 
MARCH • 1947 

President Truman March 12, 1947 

regular law enforcing agencies would be powerless. 
Military leaders would find it difficult to organize men 
to prevent enemy landings. Even if the enemy were 
repelled, the damage to our country would be enough 
to destroy our type of civilization. Our population 
would be reduced to two thirds or even to half its 
original size. Our cities would be ruined. Our industry 
would cease to exist. Many of the millions not hurt by 
the bomb externally would be affected internally. 
Radioaction would sterilize many. 

There is no defense against this type of warfare. 
Rockets traveling at supersonic speeds could strike be- 
fore being perceived. It has been recommended that 
we disperse our cities and industries. This would cost 
an estimated three hundred billion dollars, and would 
serve only to increase the number of targets. An 
enemy nation could manufacture more bombs at a 
fraction of this cost. The end result would be the same. 
Another suggestion is that we be ready to counter- 
attack as soon as the first bombs strike. This might 
prevent another country from attacking, but if we were 
bombed, our counterattack would not lessen the effects 
of the enemy's blow. We would still be ruined. 

Even if we are never bombed, the very possibility 
will gravely change our way of life. We shall be forced 
to build up huge stocks of atomic bombs. A large part 
of our income shall continue to go for military ex- 
penditures. Our country will be forced to create its 
own iron curtain to keep any information from getting 
into foreign hands. Even the representatives of the 
people will not have the right to know anything of 
importance about the atomic bombs. The strain of 
waiting will grow greater as months and years pass. 

The only alternative to war and fear is a strong 
international force that must have all control of 
atomic energy. It must possess the strength to make 
and enforce laws regarding atomic security. It must 
be able to act quickly and decisively. No one country 
should have the right to stop its action by a veto. It 
must have the necessary military might to punish a 
nation that violates any atomic security rule. It must 
have agents free from any national control in every 
country in the world to supervise and watch all atomic 
works. This is our only chance to attain security. The 
era is over when any nation can go its own way regard- 
less of the others. We must cooperate. 

William Cline 

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THE EDITORS of the Tower Light have noticed the prevalence of a campus 
disease not peculiar to this college but fast reaching epidemic proportions here — 
Student Indifference. We are not talking about lack of interest . . . there seems 
to be an abundance of that, but we are concerned with the way in which this 
interest seems to disappear whenever a mode of action is suggested. 

The various activities of this college are for the benefit of the students. They 
are sponsored by students who are sincere in their desire to promote an interesting 
extra curricular life for the college. Yet these students are hampered on every side 
by the refusals of their classmates to help. It is lamentable that the very ones 
who are so selfish with their time can spend hours criticizing the efforts of the 

Criticism is of importance only when it is of the constructive variety. Let 
those people who are inclined to complain about any of the students activities of 
the colleges put their gripes in the form of constructive criticisms and offer to help! 
Let them convert all the energy they use so freely in book-shop orations into work 
that will do something to improve the situations they dislike. Every student 
has a right to speak his mind on any phase of student affairs. But this right also 
carries with it a responsibility — the responsibility of participating actively in 
those affairs. 

Veterans Club 

THE MAJORITY of the colleges in the United States have organized veteran 
clubs. These clubs send representatives to designated state and national assem- 
blies. The object of these clubs is to recognize, discuss, and find solutions for 
problems which veterans in colleges are facing. In many cases, veterans can solve 
their own problems, but if they cannot agree upon a solution and the problem is 
a serious one, representatives of the organization present it to state legislatures 
and to Congress. Because over one million veterans have joined such clubs their 
suggestions to state and federal officials are taken seriously. 

Not only do the veteran clubs work on veteran problems, but many of them 
have become valuable to their respective colleges because they have given intelli- 
gent suggestions and constructive criticism to both the students and the faculty 
on college problems in general. 

Veterans comprise a large part of our student body. They have not organized 
as yet. We think that a veterans' club would be helpful to the veterans and to 
the entire college. 




Mildred Levy 
Helen Nitkoski 

William Cline 


Jane Downing 


Sam Keiffer 


Sylvia Rosen 


Phyllis Kesseling 

Margie Worley 


Helen Smith 
Pauline Pac 


Mr. W. Frank Guess 

Dr. Curt E. Walther 

Mrs. Bernice Brouweh 

Dr. Eunice Chabtree 





Forum: . Should a girl expect a corsage from her dance escort? 


MUCH HAS been said about purchasing corsages for 
dances. Numerous arguments against such a con- 
vention have been presented and some hold water. 
For the most part, however, this rebellion against 
tradition has not met with any degree of approval. 

Undoubtedly, the problem of finance is a grave one. 
Everyone knows that roses and carnations are lux- 
uries, and that gardenias and orchids spell weeks of 
"doing without" for the boys. However, there is 
another side to the story- Have the economically- 
minded males ever priced the gowns and accessories 
that every girl must purchase to make herself glamor- 
ous? A gown alone costs from twenty-five dollars up 
plus the accessories — shoes, bag, and wrap. Compared 
with the male's sacrifice of allowance, the girl suffers 
most financially. 

If a girl at college invites a home-town boy to a 
dance, she invariably ends up purchasing the tickets 
ahead of time unless her date is one of those remark- 
able creatures who looks ahead and insists upon pay- 
ing for them. This is a rare occurrence, as most males 
either forget or conveniently avoid any mention of 
the subject. 

After spending hours preparing for the big occasion, 
the girl expects some compensation. She has tried her 
best to hide her fallacies and accentuate the positive. 
When she pins a corsage on her shoulder, she regains 
some of her emotional stability and struts onto the 
dance floor, fully confident that the evening will be a 
more than ordinary one. And who says that the boy 
is not proud when the girls o-o-h and a-h-h about her 

If the boy does manage to give his girl a corsage, 
he is almost certain to spend the evening with an 
agreeable partner who, when it's all over, will not let 
him down when the proper time comes to thank him 

Gwendolyn Blizzard 
MARCH . 1947 


IN EVERYDAY living such as ours, finances are of 
extreme importance. In normal college life, million- 
aires are few and far between and most students ad- 
here to a strict budget. Consider two model cases. 

Jim Brown goes to college under the $65-a-month- 
G.I. Bill. With this amount Jim pays his rent — $30 to 
$40 — and his monthly laundry and cleaning bill of $5. 
From time to time he also replenishes his wardrobe 
with needed apparel. From the remaining $10 or $15 
Jim allows himself 50c a day for spending money. 
Oh yes, he also pays $6.50 a month to keep up pay- 
ments on his National Service Life Iusurance. That 
leaves Jim 20c a day, which isn't much considering 
present day expenses. The Alma Mater holds a dance 
once a month and the tickets cost $2. Well, $2 doesn't 
seem like such a large amount — except when you don't 
have it — so Jim shifts his budget slightly and buys a 
ticket. The girl Jim asks to the dance casually drops 
a hint that she is going to wear a jade evening dress to 
the dance, and in the course of conversation also states 
that gardenias are a common flower and she is tired of 
receiving them. What can Jim do? 

George Davis graduated from high school in June, 
1946. Many vets were back in their old jobs at that 
time, and George couldn't earn much money during 
the summer. His parents are now sending him through 
school, paying his room, board, and tuition. They 
allow George $5 a week for books, supplies and spend- 
ing money. For the first few months of school his 
budget has not allowed him to accumulate a "surplus" 
of cash. For this reason he has attended only a few of 
the social functions at school. When the Spring dance 
is finally announced, Jim decides to buy a ticket with 
all he has saved since September and ask a nice girl to 
go to the dance with him. His nice girl lets it be known 
by the "grapevine" that she adores red roses. What 
can George do? That is what a lot of Georges are 

Men have nothing against corsages. They look very 
nice and really add something to the evening. Frank- 
ly, it isn't that they don't approve of the corsage, it is 
just that they can not afford them. 

F. Sam Keiffer 

A Child of Austria 


He stands alone — 

the flames from his home 

still hot upon his face. 

The starvation of his body is 
unsuccessfully hid in an old 
torn shirt ; the starvation of his 
soul is laid bare in his eyes for 
all the world to see. 

Ice has frozen his dreams, 
and stones of a world gone 
mad, have smashed his brain. 

He stares unseeing at his toys — 
a broken drum, a naked doll 
and an old hand grenade. 

What do our peace conferences 

mean to him? They fall meaningless upon 

the smashed protoplasm that 

was once his brain. 

Never again shall I be able to 
look into the clear bright eyes 
of a child and not feel myself 
grow hot with guilt and shame. 

Not until some morning that is sunny and calm, 

when I have found for myself a place in this life, 

and I have loved deeply, 

shall I be able to watch a child at play 

and know that at the very end 

he lives. 


Bernice Shugar, Sr. 4 

A rabbit's foot 
As a good luck charm, 
Will keep its owner 
Safe from harm. 

I'm wearing one 
From force of habit, 
Rut come to think of il: 
So did the rabbit. 


Joan Johanson 

AT THE MERE mention of the magic word, Spring, 
a myriad impressions are recalled. They present a 
delightful kaleidoscopic design. 

There are: endless stretches of azure blue sky filled 
with fluffy frolicking white clouds, . . . fat little birds 
bursting out of their tight winter jackets of amber 
hue, . . . the babbling, bubbling brook whose tongue 
too long has been silenced by relentless winter, . . . the 
plaintive cry of the sad looking peddler who offers such 
sharp contrast to his delightful collection of gaudily 
colored and grotesquely shaped balloons, . . . young 
crocuses brazenly flounting their gay colors as if in 
special defiance of the waning powers of drab winter, 
. . . the exuberant chatter of young people teasing one 
another while self-consciously posing for pictures, . . . 
brilliant sunshine drenching the countryside in gold, 
. . . the lyrical serenade of the birds, . . . the feel of cool, 
moist, freshly turned earth f . . . the roar of a speedy red 
convertible greedily eating up the winding ribbon of 
highway, . . . the sudden showers that gently awaken 
the sleeping earth and leave it smelling so clean and 
fresh, . . . the whirr of skates, the rhythmic beat of a 
skip rope against the sidewalk mingled with the 
laughter of children, . . . the breezes that softly an- 
nounce the presence of Spring by ruffling your hair 
and caressing your cheek, . . . the heady exotic fra- 
grance and gay profusion of colors at the corner flower 
stands, . . . the familiar scenes of boys with whiffles, 
girls with kerchiefs, . . . the subtle blending of pink and 
gold in the sky at sunset, that heralds the coming of 
the "Lady of the Twilight," . . . the croaking of the 
lonely bachelor frog that lives in the pond, . . . young 
couples strolling hand in hand oblivious to everything 
but each other, . . . sweetly perfumed nights with 
saucy twinkling stars against a velvet sky, . . . millions 
of flickering fireflies, a fat yellow moon that shines 
down complacently and oh-so-indulgently upon young 
lovers, . . . 

'Tis truly the season when one's fancy lightly turns 
to thoughts of love, love, LOVE. 

The Sign 

Too cold to put one's overcoat away, 

Too chilly yet for little birds to sing, 

But Mother hung the clothes outdoors today — 

'Tis Spring! — B. Shugar 


The Enchanted Castle 

Joan Johanson 

TELL YOU a story, my children, 
why certainly. Now let me see. 
Oh, yes. 

Once upon a time there was a rich, but miserly old 
king who had everything — or at least it seemed so to 
the people of the kingdom. He had lovely rolling 
fields rich with harvest, spacious orchards heavy with 
fruit, thriving industries, clamoring but progressive 
cities, and numerous other visible signs of wealth. 
However, he lacked one thing both near and dear to 
his heart — teachers. So he sent his silver tongued 
couriers into the tiny villages scattered throughout the 
kingdom, and they offered many tempting rewards to 
those who would come to the castle and become 
teachers. They tempted the youth of the kingdom 
with independence, security, prestige and most im- 
portant of all, the golden key to knowledge. 

Many came from far and near to visit the castle and 
were shown lovely rooms with picturesque views of 
the countryside. They were served tempting meals 
and were lavishly entertained at gala parties. Friend- 
liness and freedom abounded. The castle and grounds 
were rich in scenic beauty. Nestled in the midst of 
gently sloping hills and completely surrounded by 
shady trees were sprawling brick buildings gracefully 
adorned with the traditional ivy. To make it even 
more delightful, there was an Enchanted Glen through 
which a lazy stream flowed, while brightly-hued flowers 
gently bobbed their heads as if in acknowledgment of 
the lyrical serenade of the birds. The glen was very 
secluded and was therefore an ideal place to admire 
the beauties of the castle. 

Therefore, completely won by the tempting offers, 
the beauty of the castle and grounds, and the bright 
prospect of fun and frolic, the youth of the kingdom 
flocked to the castle. Alas, once within the castle walls 
a stern enchantress waved her magic chalk, and the 
carefree children were transformed into drones. This 
enchantress had devised subtle, but devilishly clever 
means of torture that included compulsory classes, as- 
signments, exams, and oh, yes, final grades. 

But alas, this was not all, for the drones were also 
under the rule of two sisters — Administrative Rule and 
House Committee Rule, commonly known as neces- 
sary evils. Every night at the stroke of seven, they 
would draw a magic circle around the castle. Unless 
one could write the magic words in The Book, they 
were forced to remain in their cold, dank cells. 
MARCH • 1947 

Once, however, one of the maidens found the two 
sisters sleeping, and she crossed the magic circle and 
sped across the castle grounds for a night of freedom. 
House Committee Rule, however, aroused herself from 
her deep slumber, and soon discovered that one of the 
drones was missing from her cell. The next week they 
locked her in her cell and, casting still another spell 
on her, made her invisible to her friends. What hap- 
pened to her? Is that what you are asking? 

Well, fortunately once long ago, the maiden had 
met a dashing hero who had gone off to war. However, 
when he heard of her plight, he hastened to her rescue. 
Zooming up in his pure white C-47, he rescued her from 
the clutches of the jealous guardians. The maiden and 
the prince were married and lived happily ever after. 

What happened to the others, you ask. Well, those 
who weren't rescued by heroes returning from the war 
stayed under the rule of the enchantress and at last 
became teachers. What are teachers? Well, teachers 
are nothing more than drones with a Bachelor of 
Science diploma. And now, children, pass up your 
home work for today and get out your math books. 

Profiles . . . 

Betty Costlow 

DO YOU KNOW these prominent students? 

?????? — vivacious, blue-eyed blonde . . . sense of 
humor . . . full of hep, pep, ambition . . . frequently 
heard whistling the Army Air Corps song (wonder 
why?) . . . favorite saying, "I got a letter." . . . addicted 
to ice cream — 2 dips . . . talented in art . . . second 
Pavlova . . . pet peeve : dancing with girls at lunchtime 
. . . likes all sports, 'specially good ones . . . ambition: 
get her M.R.S. degree . . . two-term president of the 
Class of '49. (If you don't know now, you're a hopeless 

?????? — sports clothes and bow ties . . . warm smile 
. . . likes athletics, politics, antiques . . . spent 12 years 
of tender(?) life at McDonough . . . crawled over tough 
terrain as an infantry scout . . . crazy about dogs and 
horses . . . likes S.T.C. a lot, but has pet peeve: lack 
of school spirit . . . favorite dish: food and lots of it 
. . . tall, friendly, handsome . . . "runs things" in the 
Freshman Class. 

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Baseball training has started .... Tentative 
schedule includes: Western Maryland, Salisbury, 
Catholic U., American U., Loyola College, and 
Gallaudet . . . Bob Moxley, McDonough star of 
1946 is now at Towson . . . Bob was All-American at 
McDonough as a pitcher . . . Al Fort went to Florida 
last spring with the Montreal Royals of the Inter- 
national League. Fort is the former leader of the 
"Hatchetmen" . . . Drew University of New Jersey, 
Johns Hopkins U. of Balto., are listed as oponents for 
the Towson "9" so far. Very few collegiate teams will 
be able to defeat Towson State Teachers College. 

One thing Towson could stand more of is more co- 
operation between departments . . . One more thing — 
Less High School worshipping and more College spirit ! 

Thanks for all the support during the past basket- 
ball season . . . Carry it over to the baseball season. 

Voices of Spring 

ON FRIDAY NIGHT, March 14th at 9.30, the 
Glee Club gave a performance at the Towson Armory 
for the American Legion. The program included the 

Praise Ye the Father Gounod 

Praise to the Lord . . . Chorale arranged by Christiansen 
Glee Club 

As Torrents in Summer Sir Edward Elgar 

Jeanie with the Light Brown Flair Foster 

Jeanie Group 

A Heart That's True, Robyn 

Janice Carico 

Speak to Me of Love Jean Senoir 

Trio: Janice Carico, Charlotte Diener, Ruth Hoke 

Carmena H. Lane Wilson 

Norma Brooks 
Sing, Sing, Birds on the Wing Godfrey Nutting- 
Quartet: Janice Carico, Charlotte Diener 
Shirley Zimmerman, Ruth Hoke 
Foreword for a Song Book 

a vocal arrangement of the chorale in the 4th 
movement of Brahm's First Symphony 

Begin the Beguine Cole Porter 

Glee Club 
The Glee Club is arranging a concert for the college 
assembly on April 22nd, for the benefit of the Balti- 
more Symphony Orchestra. Some of the above selec- 
tions will be heard as well as a new group and several 
specialty selections. 


Girls 9 Sports 

Carol Hill 

SINCE THE beginning of the new semester, the Girls 
Athletic Association has gotten well under way with 
its activities. Here is a "bird's eye" view to all of you 
who are not up to date on what the gals arc doing. 

Basket-ball this year started off with a bang. 
Eighty-five girls turned out for the elective. In four 
weeks time, the number was reduced to about twenty 
girls. These girls have played outside schools and, 
incidentally, haven't done too badly. The first game 
was lost to St. James 40-20. But by degrees we pulled 
out of our hole, and at the next match with Notre 
Dame we broke even by winning one game 54-20, and 
losing the other 26-16. Our third match brought us out 
on top when we defeated Mt. St. Agnes in both games: 
34-19 and 39-35. We hope our lucky streak stays with 

Besides basket-ball, we have had a bowling club 
which met every Monday. Eighty-five girls competed 
against each other, and, by all reports, they did very 
well and had lots of fun. 

Volley ball proved to be another popular elective 
providing fun for sixty girls. Beginning March 13, an 
interclass tournament was held. Eight teams com- 
peted: four Freshman, two Sophomore, one Junior, 
and one Senior. After hard fighting, the Sophomores 
claimed the victory in the event. When Spring comes, 
volley ball will be played outside — and we hope with 
the same enthusiasm. 

Our badminton players challenged one outside team, 
Notre Dame, and won all the matches. At the end of 
March four of the girls will play in the Maryland 
State- Wide Badminton Tournament. Good Luck! 

The Athletic Association hopes that Spring fever 
won't attack too many of our talented girls, for we 
still have softball and archery to look forward to. How 
about a big turn-out, to continue to show everyone 
that potential professional women can do something 
besides study! 

Concert News 

The Class of 1947 presented Alton Jones, concert 
pianist, in the college auditorium on April 11 at 8.30. 
Mr. Jones, a piano instructor at the graduate school 
of the Juilliard School of Music, repeated his Novem- 
ber Town Hall program for his concert here. 

The concert was a success as an evening of cultural 
entertainment, and many who attended expressed the 
hope that more programs of this nature will be spon- 
sored at the college. 
MARCH • 1947 



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Joan Johanson 

NO FOOL'EN! April is the month of delightful sur- 
prises. This is especially true for the "About Towners" 
who are devotees of the drama or classical music, and 
whose watch word is "Tonight at 8:30." 

On April the 6th, Baltimore defies the maxim "East 
is east and west is west and never the twain shall meet" 
when an orchestra from out west — sunny California — 
comes to the Lyric to perform for music lovers. The 
orchestra is the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra 
with Pierre Monteaux conducting. 

On the following night, the Metropolitan Opera 
Company's magnificient new tenor, Ferruccio Tagli- 
avini, performs. An excellent concert is expected; for 
the New York Times stated after one of his perform- 
ances, "When the tenor took a solo curtain call you 
would have thought a new Caruso had been dis- 

On the 14th we can look forward to an orchestra 
and conductor that need no flowery introduction — the 
renowned New York Philharmonic Symphony Orches- 
tra and its equally celebrated conductor, Leopold Sto- 
kowski. This appearance, in the vernacular of addicts 
of the "galloping ghosts," is known as a natural, and 
certainly will be one of the triumphs of the entire 
season. April 14th is eagerly awaited by all music 
lovers of the city as well as those students who still 
listen to classical music, even though they have finished 
the Music Appreciation course (and no longer need to 
impress the teacher). 

For those interested in the drama can look forward 
to the excellent production, "State of the Union," 
which is coming to Ford's on March 24th for a two 
week stay. This play deals with the post-war period 
in which Grant Matthews, a successful wartime builder 
of airplanes, is being groomed for the presidency in 
1948. Grant is a sincere and honest individual, and 
for this reason it takes his clever, outspoken wife to 
call the real turns. To say that this play is the Pulitzer 
Prize winner of 1946 is recommendation enough for 
even the most discriminating of theater goers. 

At the Lyric — 

April 6 — San Francisco Symphony 

April 7 — Ferruccio Tagliavini 

April 14 — New York Philharmonic Symphony 
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From The Administration . . . 

A RECENT ISSUE of the Tower Eight discussed 
the needs and merits of a summer session at S.T.C. 
The State Board of Education has ruled that there 
will be no summer school at the teachers colleges this 
year and for the sake of argument 1 would like to 
discuss some of the advantages of discontinuing the 
summer school practice. 

The accelerated program adopted at Towson in 
January, 1942, was accepted by the majority of stu- 
dents as was evidenced by the large attendance at the 
first summer school in 1942. All during the war years 
summer attendance indicated the desire of students to 
follow through with the accelerated program. To at- 
tend summer school became a patriotic duty ! No one 
thought of vacations while friends and relatives were 
serving in the armed forces or else working long hours 
in war industries. There was great need to shorten 
the period of training so that new teachers could help 
fill the ranks depleted by those leaving for military 
service. If one will compare the attendance at summer 
schools of those early years with the attendance in 
1946 — the first after-the-war-session — one will find a 
great difference. The number in 1946 would have been 
even smaller except for a number of former graduates 
who returned for additional work. Although there is 
still a shortage of teachers the schools of today need 
better prepared teachers. Let us look at some of the 
values to be gained in not attending summer school 
at Towson. 

The first value in having the college program ex- 
tend over a period of four years is that the student 
has one more year to mature and assimilate the 
courses followed in college. Most of the students in the 
teacher-education program come direct from high 
school and if they follow through with a three-year 
program would be under twenty-one years of age when 
they began their teaching career — which is an early 
age to take on the responsibilities of a profession. 
There are many gains that could be made during the 
four summers between high school and college gradu- 
ation. Many opportunities are available for summer 
employment. At the top of the list are camp positions 
where students gain valuable experience working with 
children and at the same time find healthful recreation 
in outdoor living. The counselors at these camps are 
carefully selected from various colleges and much can 
be gained by an interchange of ideas among these 
counselors. Other positions can take students far 
APRIL • 1947 

afield and enable them to get a taste of the business or 
industrial world which adds to the total education of 
the prospective teacher. All too often persons in the 
teaching profession know little of other professions and 
work and are not understanding of the problems of 
children from these walks of life. 

With the entire Towson population — students and 
faculty — having varied experiences during the summer 
months, classes the following year can be enriched by a 
sharing of these experiences in class and out-of-class 

Summer travel is again possible and it is needless to 
discuss the advantages that come from travel in 
these United States and neighboring countries in the 
understanding of national and international problems. 

In this discussion I am not forgetting the small 
majority of students — veterans and older students in 
the teacher-education program — for whom it is urgent 
that work be completed as rapidly as possible. These 
students, however, can attend summer schools in this 
area, secure the additional credits, and transfer these 
to Towson. Attendance at other summer schools offers 
many advantages. A small summer school such as one 
held at Towson must necessarily mean a small offering 
of courses. Large summer schools have many more 
courses from which to choose. Study at other insti- 
tutions can add to the liberal education of students 
and enrich the college classes to which these students 
return in September. 

Junior college students should study carefully 
courses offered in neighboring colleges and if they wish 
to add to their credits by attending summer school 
should choose courses that will enable them to learn 
more about the professional fields they are interested 
in entering. Also they should choose courses that will 
not be offered at Towson during the two year junior 
college program. 

Finally, I believe there is an advantage in taking a 
vacation from one's family — even the college family. 
With students and faculty leaving the college for the 
summer I believe each will return to the campus with 
an enthusiasm that would not be found if the college 
year was continuous. 

Rebecca Tansil 


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Men's Housing 

WE UNDERSTAND that the Administration and the Men's Club have been 
discussing housing for the veterans attending this college. It is to be hoped that 
they find it possible to give our men housing on the campus next year. 

Due to the housing shortage in Towson and the surrounding area, many of 
the men students must live several miles from school. Consequently, hours that 
could be spent for study or in the enjoyment of college social life, must be used 
for travel. Since these students are usually in school only during class hours, 
they generally do not take an active part in school activities. This lack of interest 
has been reflected in the pathetic conditions of many of the clubs at S.T.C. 

Those men who have been able to find living quarters in Towson are paying 
heavily for them. One such man has a rent of twelve dollars a week for one room. 

Not only would these students benefit if the college were to provide housing 
for them, but the college itself would be strengthened by having its students 
together in a more unified body. Such cohesion makes for better spirit and more 
pride in the school. Therefore we think it wise to provide housing for our men 
students soon, if this is at all possible. 

The I. R. C. Campaign 

IN THE recent campaign to feed and clothe Elphie and Johann, the Campus 
School contributed 600 pounds of food and clothing, while the College collected 
190 pounds. The International Relations Club, which sponsored the drive, wishes 
to thank the students and faculty of both schools for their cooperation. We 
think the I.R.C. deserves a lot of credit for fostering and executing such a worth- 
while venture. 

Freedom of the Press 

OVER NO NATION does the press hold a more absolute control than over the 
people of America, for the universal education of the poorest classes makes every 
individual a reader . . . Coverned, as we are, entirely by public opinion, the ut- 
most care should be taken to preserve the purity of the public mind. Knowledge 
is power, and truth is knowledge; whoever therefore, knowingly propagates a 
prejudice willfully saps the foundation of his country's strength. 

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Men's Hairdos 

by Gwenn Blizzard 

FOR CENTURIES women's hairdos have been a 
favorite target for males. The topic has long been one 
of the husband's favorites, not only because a goodly 
slice of his salary goes to his wife's hairdresser, but 
because he finds the latest coiffure quite silly and out- 
rageous. Magazines, newspapers, and newsreels show 
current styles. The husband feels free to criticize the 
little woman's current head-dress, or embarrass her 
at the breakfast table because her curlers rattle every 
time she turns her head to refill the toaster. 

But what about man and his hair? Do you hear 
anything about the male coiffure? Have you ever 
seen a man modeling the latest hairdo? Does his 
crowning glory draw attention or admiration to any 

No. The only time a woman notices her husband's 
crowning glory is when it is uncombed or in need of 
cutting. Other times she lets the subject ride. If 
hubby's hair is thinning a little, no great to-do is 
made about it. If the oil is fairly dripping or if the 
tonic is strong enough to walk, wifey simply smiles 
and goes her way, humoring him. 

Male coiffures fall into two groups — those man 
wears from choice when he is young and those he wears 
from necessity when he is older. The former is never 
very original and he never changes it. When he gets 
older, however, he is forced to change. These coiffures 
range from long bobs to smooth shiny ovals. On a 
clear day when the visibility is good, it is astounding 
how many hairdos you can spot. There's the mop type. 
The wearer has a wild look and his hair reminds you 
of the lion you saw in the zoo. Then there's the style 
that dates back to dad's youth when the hair was 
parted in the middle and drawn back on either side 
in a wave. The man who wears his hair long on the 
sides to afford a brief curl in front of the ear reminds 
you of the glamorous Frenchman of centuries past. 
The sheepdog or pre-historic type is quite popular 
among the geniuses. The waiters wear bushy sides 
.that closely resemble globs of steel wool stuck on for 
ornament. The tough, devil-may-care type as worn 
by Tarzan or Frankenstein is sported by many. Best 
of all are the soupbowl head-dress and shoestring- 
coiffure. The soupbowl is frowned upon by many 
barbers but it is quite neat. What happened on top 
of the head is debatable, but the edges are even any- 
way. The shoestring style is the last resort painstak- 
ingly arranged to camouflage Baldy. Each of the tiny, 
APRIL • 1947 

lonesome strands is carefully placed where it will do 
the most good. 

Most men wear the same basic hairdo all their lives 
and would not dream of changing, because they have 
finally reduced the task of haircombing to such a 
minimum that only a scant minute each day is given 
to arranging their hair. They never have to fuss with 
anything like curlers, shampoo their hair right along 
with their shower, and have it cut once every two 

The haircut that is most enjoyed by men is the one 
that looks least like a haircut. What the men really 
go to a barbershop for is a good neck-washing and the 
sound of scissors in their ears. If the barber does slip 
up, the victim comes home looking like a sheared 

Of course, some men are less particular about their 
hairdos. For instance, artists, musicians, and Senators 
think they look more impressive shaggy. Tramps look 
this way because they can't afford to look any other 
' way. At the other extreme are the salesmen, brokers, 
doctors, and actors who either plaster their hair down 
with goo or let it get so dry and lifeless that it looks 
like wire instead of hair. 

Later in life the hair, like anything else, changes. 
White spots appear at the hairline. Some unfortunates 
at about fifty find their heads poking through their 
hair. So, the man moves his part lower and lower to 
have more hair to cover the vacancy. If this does not 
work, he starts letting the hair grow and combs it 
straight back. Of course, if the wind blows his hair 
forward, his secret is discovered, but this risk must 
be taken. 

Women worry about their figures. Men worry about 
their hair. The man thinks more about his hair than 
his wife, work, or income tax. When he reaches the 
critical stage, he is a sucker for all kinds of hair re- 
storers and tonics. Sometimes a toupee or wig will 
conceal his loss or he may sport his bald head in 
defiance and tell himself that it stands for dignity, 
wisdom, or jolliness. 

Men scoff at women for their superstitions and 
flightiness, but these are nothing compared with the 
horrors that haunt men abouc their retreating hairline. 
They are afraid of exposing their heads to the sun, or 
afraid of combing the hair wet. On the other hand, 

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I Can't Say "No! 


by Bill Jaeger 

ONE THING that has plagued me all my life is my 
inability to say No to my friends. When an acquaint- 
ance requests a two-spot or even such an insignificant 
thing as a cigarette I can't find the strength or courage 
to shatter his dreams of an easy touch by pronouncing 
that simple two-letter word. I can say, "Well you see 
Jack it's . . ." or "You know how I'd like ..." but 
that's as far as I get. I lack the vigor to drive myself 
to the use of that one word which would allow me to 
escape with my last two ones or my one remaining 903. 

Let me make this one point clear — I am not in my 
heart a generous man. I don't enjoy giving anything 
away. I am by nature as tight as the skin on a bald 
man's forehead. However, I am unfortunately easily 
swayed to pity by any show of pain, want or longing. 
The pleading look in the eye of someone selling ten- 
cent chances on a refrigerator can place me in a 
purgatory until I sign for at least two. The fact that 
I don't need or want a refrigerator makes no difference 
at all. It hurts me to give away my last stick of gum, 
last pencil, last stamp, or last piece of note-book paper. 

One afternoon in the school corridor a friend spied 
a book in my arms and asked permission to borrow it. 
I needed the book for a science class two hours later, 
but his eyes, drooling disappointment, touched my 
stomach (where I realize all my emotions) and pre- 
vented me from giving a negative answer. I handed 
him the text and expressly stated that I must have it 
returned before that class. Of course I didn't see the 
book for a day and a half. As the culprit handed it to 
me he apologized and cursed his forgetfulness so 
earnestly that I had to advance him two dollars and 
twenty-five cents to allow him to drown his sorrows 
at the local pub. 

That evening I withdrew to the solitude of my study 
(the closet in my room) to weep over my lack of back- 
bone. I was in misery, truly humiliated in my own 
eyes for not refusing the money. "That word" I 
thought. "That one word. 1 must learn to say it. 
Hereafter I must say 'No'!" I slid the word from my 
tongue — I spat it through my teeth — I shouted it into 
the darkness. I then lit the overhanging lamp and 
wrote the offending word on a piece of paper, staring 
at it for perhaps half an hour. I confronted it, man to 
word. I inspected my arch-enemy. Here it was noth- 
ing, a mere consonant followed by a familiar vowel. 
I felt a surge of strength pound through my varicose 
veins and a sneer curled my lips. I attacked it openly 

— I deluged it with a verbal onslaught, careless as to 
where I threw my caustic curses. After mauling the 
foe to my utter satisfaction do you think that I de- 
stroyed it? Perhaps burnt it or tossed it away? No, 
I crumpled the paper in my fist, vowing to prove my 
mastery by using it, actually vocalizing it before and 
in the company of other human beings. 

I left my thought chamber a determined man, 
slamming the door behind me as an expression of my 
unconcerned and reckless attitude. 

Leaving my room for the open streets, I was halted 
by a young chap I vaguely knew from school. "Listen 
pal," he began. Ah, just the test I wanted, the test I 
needed, the test I was primed for. I straightened my 
back and let him ramble on. His words were drowned 
by the sweet roar of imminent triumph in my head. 
I glared into his eyes. That was a mistake. Too late 
I realized it! Those grieving, pleading, vexed, wound- 
ed, hurt, foresaken looking eyes. My stomach shud- 
dered, trembled, growled, then violently shook with 
emotion. Good God, I was lost! 

I'll never forget that fellow. He turned out to be 
deeply thankful. Why, he even walked me home, 
after we pawned my watch to buy his mother a birth- 
day present. 


{Continued from page 3) 

men are always willing to take any advice that will 

help them hold their crowning glory. 

Of course, male hairdos haven't always been so set 
in their styles. There were times when a new creation 
was a sensation. Some women even copied the styles, 
but they look back on them with horror, and no 
woman would be caught wearing them now. 

At various times, men wore their hair in long curls, 
upsweeps, pigtails, pageboy, and shoulder length. 
Men wore their hair long like Bacall's and wore the 
upswept knot that husbands criticize the wife for now. 

Even if women would put their full strength into 
a movement to improve men's hairdos their efforts 
would undoubtedly prove worthless. It is a hopeless 
case. And the pity of it all is that the women are 
going to have to live with the animals that sport such 


We Have Been Fooled . . . 

by Pauline Pac 

BEN FRANKLIN had interests other than kites, keys 
and Constitutions. These "other interests", Madame 
Brillon and Madame Helvetius, are repeatedly ignored 
by staid writers of American history. Consequently 
the average person knows Franklin the statesman, 
philosopher and inventor; a few know Franklin the 

In 1776 Franklin was chosen as representative to 
France by the Continental Congress. (For further de- 
tails about Franklin's political activities consult your 
history text.) From the moment of his arrival he be- 
came a celebrity in France. Women adored him. He 
adored women. Only under such congenial circum- 
stances could Franklin's extra-political affairs have 

There was Madame Brillon, wife of a treasury 
official much older than she. She met Franklin soon 
after he arrived in France and instantly loved him. 
She adopted Franklin to succeed her deceased father. 
In a letter to Franklin she wrote, "Never call me any- 
thing but 'daughter'." However, Franklin and Ma- 
dame Brillon were not father and daughter and there 
was spice in their friendship. She wrote him, "People 
have the audacity to criticize your habit of always 
asking me for what I always refuse." She promised to 
be discreet in the future. 

beautiful that Franklin paid her one of the greatest 
compliments of that period. When Madame Helvetius 
accused Franklin of having put off a visit she expected, 
he replied, "Madame, I was waiting 'til the nights 
are longer." 

Franklin's devotion to Madame Helvetius was open 
and frank and he wrote about it to his friends. "If 
that Lady likes to pass her days with him, he would 
like as much to pass his nights with her, and since he 
has already given many of his days to her, although 
he has such a small remnant of them to give, she 
would seem ungrateful to have never given him a single 
one of her nights." Just when Franklin proposed mar- 
riage to Madame Helvetius and how seriously he 
meant it neither of them are certain. In any case he 
did propose and she refused. Franklin had never been 
a tragic lover and he was not one now. He kept the 
affair on a light, engaging level. 

There was a reason for Franklin's great success 
with women. He treated every woman as if she were 
a person. Because he loved, studied and valued wo- 
men they were no mystery to him and he had no fear 
of them. Statesman and scientist, he took women into 
account as any other force of nature. Franklin was un- 
surpassed by any man in his range of natural gifts. 

Franklin did not like his women to be discreet. He 
submitted a constitution to her. Among the articles 
of the treatise were: 

Article 6 — That the said Mr. F. on his part stipu- 
lated and covenants that he is to call at 
the home of M'de B. as often as he 
Article 7 — That he is to remain there as long as he 

\ pleases. 
Article 8 — And that when he is with her, he is to do 
what he pleases. 

The affection and letters between Madame Brillon 
and Franklin continued to the end of his life, whether 
he was in France or far-off Philadelphia. 

Then there was Madame Helvetius, widow of a rich 
farmer-general. Franklin and Madame Helvetius be- 
came instant and permanent friends. She was so 
APRIL • 1947 

Profile of The Month 

?????? . . . Returned to S.T.C. after four (happy) years 
in the Navy, can tell you how to go from gob to chief 
petty officer in 10 easy lessons . . . frequently exclaims: 
"Had a rare time!" . . . swings a wicked tennis racket 
. . . has been heard to threaten Dr. Hartley with de- 
feat . . . favorite locale: Hawaii by moonlight . . . secret 
desire: to be a school teacher . . . big question bother- 
ing him: "What Do They Do On A Rainy Night In 
Rio?" . . . likes: cakes in the book shop, writing short 
stories, cross-word puzzles, walks through Glen on 
spring days, imperial crab, bow ties, music like "The 
Old Lamplighter", and Hawaii . . . dislikes: an in- 
sincere smile — (how come he goes for a Smyrk?) . . . 
pet peeve: "Girls' skirts are getting shorter." 

(Answer on page 8\ 

The Once Over 

by Edward Cline 
WE REMEMBER that at the beginning of the year 
the faculty was inferior to us in brains. By the end of 
the first semester they had learned a lot. We fear that 
by the end of the year they will know much more 
than we. Probably they have been studying nights. 
It's very hard to understand. 

One way to spike the guns of critics is to ask them to 
help. We were in fine fettle criticizing various organi- 
zations in school. The Tower Light Editor asked us 
to help. We find that criticizing was much easier. 

We've been eating three meals a day with women 
for several months now. We wish they would stop dis- 
cussing such insignificant subjects. We'd like to hear 
something besides, "Ellen's new boy friend" or 
"Mary's lovely hairdo". Don't get us wrong now, we 
love them but we think that they were given brains 
too. Come on girls! Let's raise the standard of con- 
versation to a college level. 

We think Miss Baker deserves a lot of credit for the 
fine meals she has been giving us. From what we've 
heard, students in other colleges are paying more and 
getting much inferior food. We believe that she is 
doing a fine job. 

We are getting awfully tired of the note of despond- 
ency and hopelessness that American men of letters 
keep striking. Eugene O'Neil's last play, "The Iceman 
Cometh" which appeared here in March dug the in- 
tellectual rut deep enough to bury the rest of them. 
We wish they would all jump in. Now is the time for 
new ideas and obviously new leaders in ideas. We need 
men of courage and conviction to take us out of the 
morass of despair and self pity we are in. 

"Conscience does not stop you from sinning. It just 
stops you from enjoying it". We read this recently 
and thought it might be of interest. 

We must avoid confusing every leftist trend in the 
world as a trend back toward Communism. Many 
people seem to forget that when our country was first 
formed that it was considered dangerously radical. 
Trends toward giving greater security to people are to 
be expected in countries where the people have not 
had security for many years. With the economy of 
most countries in a severe plight the people are de- 
manding that they be taken care of. If we accept these 
tendencies and try to guide them, our position will be 
stronger than if we futily try to stop them everywhere. 

Let's stop seeing red everywhere we look. Our own 
type of government holds as much appeal to other 
people as Communism to us. 

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DO YOLT STILL remember that horrible iron man 
whose movements were controlled by a little clock 
that the owner kept? Or perhaps the murderer with 
the club foot made a lasting impression upon you. 
You screamed in horror when you saw the hero sur- 
rounded by a fire and a group of hungry natives, but 
you knew that next week he would be saved somehow, 
no matter how impossible the situation seemed. We 
all enjoyed the serials for what they were, for they 
become a permanent part of our childhood reveries. 

Today you would probably be bored with the 
serials you enjoyed as a child ; yet how far have the 
Hollywood pictures we see today deviated from the 
simple adventure story? Again and again, when we 
see a Hollywood production, we know that life is not 
at all like what is being shown us in the film. The ad- 
venture story has been replaced by an adolescent love 
plot. In order to maintain any enthusiasm or abiding 
interest in the film other than one based on a child-like 
fancy, we must somehow find a way of convincing 
ourselves that the destiny, the feelings of the heroine 
and hero have some real importance, some real sig- 

When viewing the European films such as The Last 
Chance or Brief Encounter one realizes how starved the 
American public must be for a true representation of 
life in the motion picture. Perhaps the American pub- 
lic would enjoy seeing plots about everyday characters, 
or plots about the problems facing people in other 
parts of the world. How has the terrible war effected 
people all over the world? What has the brutality of 
fascism done to human beings? Does Hollywood 
honestly attempt to portray the problems facing hu- 
manity? Our knowledge of modern life in other 
countries is journalistic and insufficiently human. The 
movies could do so much to spread understanding of 
other nations, for our very existence depends on peace. 
Can we honestly say that Hollywood portrays a true 
picture of our social, domestic and economic problems? 
When we ask this question, we are immediately con- 
fronted with the argument that the American films 
arc mostly for the purpose of entertainment, but can 
we deny that the films communicate feelings, no mat- 
ter how banal they may be, fix ideas, illustrate moral 
attitudes, create tastes in clothes and mannerisms, and 
influence our religious and political views. 

The motion picture industry in the United States is 
more highly developed and commercialized than in 

{Continued on page 8) 

Kef's Korner 

by F. Sam Keiffer 

BASEBALL AND TRACK teams are seen working 
out daily on the S.T.C. campus . . . Spring brings the 
Orioles back to Baltimore and the Teachers return to 
the sports world again . . . The baseball team has almost 
as many managers as players . . . Mr. Minnegan stays 
at Towson, contrary to a Baltimore newspaper report. 
. . . U. of M. will have to get along without our genial 
athletic mentor . . . Al Fort, Charley Smith, and Gene 
Crouse will share the mound burden for the Teachers 
this season . . . Towson Teachers released pitcher Bob 
Moxley, enabling him to play pro-ball (sum undis- 

Here's wishing Dave Cornthwaite and his racquet 
swingers luck . . . With a fair break in the weather the 
tennis team should be able to get some outdoor prac- 
tice before their spring program confronts them. 

The Towson "5" is going slightly "big time." Our 
quintet plans to have week-end trips out of state next 
season . . . Drexel Tech., Franklin and Marshall, and 
Flizabethtown (Pa.) Teachers are slated as opponents 
next year . . . 

The Men's A. A. dance was a big success, which 
surprised the writer as he was convinced the school 
wouldn't support an informal dance. Here's hoping 
all the other dances here at school receive as much 
support as the Men's A. A. dance. 

Let's all hope for a victorious baseball team and 
back them all the way. 


{Continued from page 7) 

any other country in the world; but why has it not 
succeeded in raising the cultural level of the American 
people? Hollywood produces pictures that will appeal 
to the majority of the population. To conduct experi- 
ments in art would be rather risky financially, when 
we recall that one experiment may cost a million 
dollars. Genuine works of art have something new 
and individual to convey. They require thought and 
like good music, are rather difficult to absorb at first. 
Broadway, or actually the legitimate stage, has suc- 
ceeded in portraying art, but most people see very few 
theatrical productions. The motion picture has long 
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Yes, experience during the war shortage taught millions 
the differences in cigarette quality. 

LET POLO STAR Cecil Smith tell 
1 you in his own words: "That cig- 
arette shortage was a real experience. 
That's when I learned how much I 
really appreciated Camels!" 

Yes, a lot of smokers found them- 
selves comparing brands during that 

shortage. Result: Today more people 
are smoking Camels than ever before 
in history. But, no matter how great 
the demand: 

We don't tamper with Camel quality. 
Only choice tobaccos, properly aged, and 
blended in the time-honored Camel way, 
are used in Camels. 

MAYBE you're in 
this picture; but 
even if you're not 
you'll remember 
the cigarette short- 
age. You took any 
brand you could 
get. That's when 
millions discovered 
the cigarette that 
suited them best 
was Camel. 

According to a recent Nationwide survey: 

More Doctors Smoke Camels 
than any other cigarette 

Three nationally known indepen- 
dent research organizations asked 
113,597 doctors — in every branch 
of medicine— to name the cigarette 
they smoked. More doctors named 
Camel than any other brand. 

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Jane Downing 

" You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother 

Tomorrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New 

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest 

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be 

Queen o' the May." 

MAY DAY — that wonderful day of flashing colors of 
red, yellow, blue and green being looped and twisted 
around the stately, dignified May Pole — May Day — 
the glorious day that the newly chosen Queen and her 
lovely maidens reign over the festive kingdom — May 
Day — the day of gladness — the day of light-moving 
dancers with swirling skirts, tripping over the green 
grass, jesters performing before the Queen in an effort 
to bring smiles to her majesty's lips — May Day — 
the day of blossoming flowers, filling the air with 
subtle fragrance and music forever sounding over 
all. This is May Day as we know it and love it, for 
in its few existing hours it symbolizes the beauty and 
loveliness that a heart feels all Spring. 

Everyone is interested in the origin of May Day, 
but as we look back through old records of past cen- 
turies we discover a possible two explanations of the 
celebration. One theory is that May Day is connected 
with the Roman goddess Maia, the daughter of 
Mercury. The other theory is that May Day is the 
direct outcome of the Romans' worship of the goddess 
Flora, symbol of Springtime and flowers. At any rate, 
the celebration of May Day has continued from early 
days up through the centuries. 

With the coming of Christianity the celebration 
was continued. The Christian Church wisely did not 
forbid this "heathen" festival, since the old purposes 
had long been forgotten. Still, the Church did not 
officially recognize it. 

May Day was celebrated during the Middle Ages 
and later, in England, it became a public holiday. 
The May Day of England was somewhat similar to our 
own. At dawn everyone who was able to walk went to 
the forest and fields to pick flowers and blossoming 
tree limbs. After filling their arms full of sweet smelling 
flowers they would return to the towns and villages. 
A tall Maypole was set up and the prettiest girls 
present were chosen to dance around it and wind its 
ribbons in and out, just as we do here. The Queen was 
chosen from the girls at the festival and reigned over 
MAY • 1947 

all. There was much frolicking, singing and dancing. 
Small bands of Chimney Sweeps would wander through 
the town dressed in brilliantly colored fantastic cloth- 
ing. They carried brushes and shovels and beat them 
together when the dancing started. Another figure 
present was called "Jack-on-the-green." Surrounded 
by ribbons, herbs and flowers, he would dance about 
with the Chimney Sweeps and, as a rule, collect most 
of the money when the "hat" was passed. The Milk 
Maids carried buckets trimmed with ribbons and 
flowers in their hair and danced in light, floating 
dresses. Sometimes a myriad would lead a flower-be- 
decked cow and dance about her as she moved. Toward 
night, there were plays, which were usually centered 
about Robin Hood. It is believed that Robin Hood 
invited King Henry VIII and his Queen to see the 
manner in which he and his men lived. The men made 
two thrones for the King and the Queen and decorated 
them with Mayflowers. This is supposed to have made 
a very good impression on Their Majesties. 

England celebrated May Day until the time of 
Oliver Cromwell and then all kinds of celebrations 
were stopped. Cromwell was a Puritan and thePuritans 
both in England and America felt that festivals were 
sinful. After Cromwell's reign, England resumed the 
old celebrations. The last "May Pole" erected in 
London was one hundred feet in height and was on the 
spot where the Church in the Strand stands today. 
When taken down, it was used as a support for Sir 
Issac Newton's telescope. 

In America, perhaps the most important May Pole 
was set up on May 1, 1627 at Merry Mount ufider the 
leadership of Thomas Morton. Hawthorne says, "It 
wasn't althogether a dignified celebration but it 
was a spirited one. In the train were minstrels, not 
unknown in London streets; wandering players, whose 
theaters had been the halls of noblemen; mummers 
rope dancers, and mountebanks, who would long be 
missed at wakes, church ales and fairs; in a word, 
mirth makers of every sort, such as abounded in that 

The Pilgrims could not understand the happy 
occasion and so, together they marched to Merry- 
Mount and chopped down the May Pole. 

However, not even the Pilgrim fathers could bring an 
end to the festival for the celebration was held again 
and again. Today we celebrate May Day in our 
various colleges and villages throughout the world. 



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Swimming Pool Fund 

IN 1943, the Alumni Association of this school decided to erect a tribute to the 
men and women from the college who served in World War II. Plans were drawn 
up for an outdoor pool, and the students agreed to help raise some money toward 
the project, since most of the students then in the school would be alumni by the 
time the pool could be built. 

Rallies were held in the gymnasium, raffle tickets sold, concessions set up- 
Students organized themselves in teams to systematically tackle the job, and 
contributed generously in bonds and stamps. 

By the end of last year, the quota of $10,000 in maturity value of bonds had 
been reached, yet no building was begun on the project. 

Even though the original quota has been reached, the State Board, which has 
itself contributed generously to the fund, will not approve building plans now 
because of the high cost of labor and materials. It is to be hoped that conditions 
will be favorable for the beginning of construction sometime next year. 

In the meantime, it is up to the students to decide whether or not they would 
like to inaugurate another fund-raising campaign next year. This action would not 
only serve to raise the amount contributed by the student body, but it would 
also give newer students the opportunity to take an active part in the drive for 
a pool that will serve them as well as students of former years. 

Teachers and Education 

"NO PROFESSION requires greater native talent than teaching children. No 
calling demands more understanding and patience or a greater store of information. 
No practitioner needs more highly specialized knowledge, more technical precision 
and artistic skill than does the teacher. Those who teach should represent the 
nation's best talent, because the qualities of the teacher are inevitably trans- 
lated into the national life." 

"In 1920, twenty-two percent of all college students in the United States were 
attending teachers colleges; in 1945-46 only seven percent." 

"The carefully selected, highly educated, professional teacher is vanishing from 
the American scene at a time when our country must develop the talents of all 
its children." 

These excerpts have been taken from "Our Children," the annual report of 

the teaching profession by the Executive Secretary of the National Education Asso- 
ciation of the United States. 




Mildred Levy 
Helen Nitkoski 


William Cline 


Jane Downing 


Sam Keiffer 


Sylvia Rosen 


Phyllis Kesseling 


Margie Worley 


Helen Smith 
Pauline Pac 


Mr. W. Frank Guess 

Dr. Curt E. Walther 

Mrs. Bernice Brouwer 

Dr. Eunice Crabtree 


Sylvia Steigleman 




Lucille Burroughs 

CHIEF KILL STEW EAT yawned luxuriously, turned 
his back to the sun, and closed his eyes slowly and 
purposely. To the chief it was heavenly to float along 
with the quiet ripples of the lagoon and to dream 
about the joys and leisures bestowed upon him. Each 
day and night in his cannibalistic fashion, he thanked 
the great Witch God who had sent this good fortune 
causing him to be forever Lord and Master over this 
tribe in Hikakaska. Heretofore, he was merely a brave 
warrior, killing men for food, from day to day, as 
did all other warriors, but one day when the strange 
metal bird with a broken wing crashed in the lake, 
his necessity to hunt and kill ceased. He was the 
only warrior present when the great bird fell from 
the sky so he swam out and proceeded to examine the 
bird and things floating around it. He took as his 
own each discarded article, including the soft, rubber 
boat-like thing which stayed on the water even if 
he lay upon it. After boasting of his extraordinary 
powers to the other warriors, they brought him human 
meat and charms to the one who could lie like a duck 
on the water and not sink. 

Life became lazy, though happy for the chief who 
no longer hunted, but spent hours on the raft sunning 
first one side and then the other. A delightful hap- 
piness was his with each rising sun of a summer's day 
on the lazy, lilting lagoon. He was resplendent on his 
private yacht (the raft) and entirely oblivious to the 
surrounding world. Most days one would come upon 
him arrayed in peculiar apparel, floating calmly with 
the quiet breezes on the still lagoon. 

On one typical sunny noon his garb was more un- 
usual than ever. His rotund body was draped with a 
grass skirt — the only article of clothing worn by the 
Hikaskan cannibals. Four necklaces which were 
evidently Air Force souvenirs encircled his monstrous, 
chocolate-colored neck. One could recognize a price- 
less necklace as the chief's own — the one of human 
teeth showing success in great hunts. Three bracelets 
dangled from his wrist and two fancy garters adorned 
each of his upper muscled arms. Perched atop his 
huge stomach were two hats, one a baseball cap 
covered with charms and toy trinkets, and the other a 
top hat, impressive in its bareness. A corn-cob pipe 
was clenched by sharp white teeth in the style of the 
typical mountaineer. 

The grin on Chief Kill Stew Eat's face was one of 
ecstacy and contentment, as he absorbed the beauty 
MAY • 1947 

of the day through half closed eyes. His double chin 
rested happily on his triple chin; many foods had he 
stuffed since he had become the revered one. His mus- 
cular legs (now grown fat) dangled in the water reveal- 
ing his lack of activity in the new life he had acquired. 
After quietly sleeping for less than an hour aboard 
his craft, Chief Kill Stew Eat awoke with a start. 
His sixth sense warned him that something was brew- 
ing, and he was immediately afraid. At once he sat 
upright in the rubber raft and peered left and right 
across the lagoon. Nothing was there of which to be 
afraid, so once more the chief gingerly distributed 
his 350 pounds comfortably on the raft. Five minutes 
of non-disturbed relaxation followed before the 
chief again sensed an approaching danger. Perspiring 
freely, eyes bulging, frightened and uneasy, the 
chief arose and carefully scanned the water surround- 
ing the raft. 

There, flashing in the sun just a few yards away 
he saw the pointed teeth of a ferocious looking man- 
eating shark. As quickly as his languid mind would 
allow, Chief Kill Stew Eat decided to elude the shark 
before it saw him and formed opinions of its own. Using 
his wide flat feet as paddles, the chief vigorously 
started toward the opposite shore, nearly a hundred 
yards distant. The sudden stir in the water aroused the 
shark and, as he saw the rapidly diminishing figure 
he, too, ceased basking in the sun and sped after the 
retreating chief. Chief Kill Stew Eat had a good start, 
but the shark was gaining and the evil look in his eyes 
cautioned the chief that it would be unwise to lose 
any time. With every fiber of his being, with all the 
effort he could muster, he strained to outdistance 
the shark. Now only a few yards from the shore, he 
sprang from the raft and half fell in the water. He 
lumbered as rapidly as possible to the shore, his 
immense frame waddling as he did so. Breathless, he 
tumbled in a heap at the foot of a shady mangomango 

Fanning himself with a leaf of the tree and still 
breathing heavily, he thanked the unknown god for 
his miraculous escape. Still the feeling of impending 
danger lurked about him, for as he glanced around he 
realized that he was in unfamiliar territory. What 
should he do; should he recross the lagoon? He didn't 
enjoy that prospect, however, for in his mind's eye 
he saw the glistening teeth of the shark sinking into 

(Continued on page 4) 


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IN CONNECTION with their study of soil propaga- 
tion, which was begun early in February, members 
of the third grade in the Lida Lee School recently 
planted many rows of radishes on the hillside opposite 
the Glen. 

These third grade pupils learned through their 
studies that contour plowing should be used on a 
hillside, and wrote to Farmer Brown, asking him to do 
the plowing for them. Since the area to be plowed is 
small, and the tractor large, the farmer felt it would 
not be possible to turn the tractor around as often as 
would be required. Therefore the land was plowed in 
straight furrows, and the gardeners placed stones in 
the plowed ridges to keep the soil from running down 
the incline. 

When the ground was ready, the radish seeds were 
planted. In due time, with the aid of the sunshine and 
rain, young plants popped through the soil, "all in 
rows"; as one pupil exclaimed. His teacher, Miss Hill, 
had to help him understand that since the radishes 
were planted in rows, they would naturally grow in 
rows. . 

The daily progress in the life of the radishes is 
recorded in a dairy being kept by all members of the 
class. A typical entry reads as follows: 

"April 9 — We marked spaces for our gardens 
with stones. We had 5 streets. We named them 
Mountain Side Drive, Charles St. and Thomas Ave. 
We cleaned away sticks, racked the soil fine and 
made little stone walls to keep the soil from washing 

Each pupil has made a wooden marker to place in 
the rows of the garden. These markers are pieces of 
wood painted white with brightly colored figures of 
animals or vegetables nailed to the tops. The markers 
are being kept in the class-room until Glen Day, when 
they will be placed in the garden, so that visitors may 
view them as well as the radishes. At the end of the 
year, the students plan to take their crop home for 
their parents to see. 

Prophecy (Poem) 

Bernice Shugar 
You wouldn't think to look at me 
I have poetic urges 
To write a sonnet or a verse 
Or melancholy dirges. 
You'd never even guess that I 
Will maybe write a play 
A novel like "The Citadel" 
Or "Arrowsmith" some day. 
Perhaps you think my works of art 
No niche will ever fill; 
I'll tell you now, my dear sweet friends 
You're right; they never will. 


(Continued from page 3) 

his fat body. He could possibly call upon the warriors 
of his tribe to rescue him from this precarious pre- 
dicament. If he did call, suppose members of a warring 
tribe should answer. Would they dare molest the regal 
dignity of the chief who floats upon the water? Never, 
for his great powers were known to all tribes on 
Hikakaska. And so, he raised his voice in a loud 
plea, hoping that his warriors across the lagoon would 
hear and come to his aid. 

Indeed someone did hear and someone did come. Un- 
fortunately they were not his warriors but members 
of the enemy tribe, Unga-Munga. His former illusions 
of granduer were shattered as many spears pointed 
at him instantly. In his most dignified manner he 

"You cannot touch me, I am the great Chief Kill 
Stew Eat, who floats upon the water." 

But his cries were in vain, for they continued to 
drag him toward their village. As the dancing black 
warriors pondered over his enormous size, the chief 
visualized the great pot of steaming water and the 
village of hungry people. 

Cfje &econb Rational Panfe 
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For the Beauty of the Earth 

For the beauty of the earth 
There is no least of these, 
For the rambling verdant hills 
And the foamy seas. 

For beauty of the crimson rose 
The evening's purple hue, 
The snow that bends the emerald pine 
The morning's cloak of dew. 

For dandelion's glowing gold 
The bluebird's matchless blue, 
The silver crashing waterfall 
Warm brown the fawn so new. 

For beauty of the Maker, Who, 
Stirred breathless harmony and art 
And fashioned with a rainbow brush 
The magic they impart. 

So on, forever, tinted life 
Dash on grey rocks, O seas, 
Let Nature's trumpet sound to all 
The sky, the lake, the trees. 

For towering oak that lofty sways 
Amidst a mighty breeze, 
For the beauty of the earth 
There is no least of these. 



IT IS SPRING and your thoughts wander back 
over the years, and you are lonely. 

You want to come home but you have no home; 
you want to rest but there is no rest. 

The world surrounds you with a sad beauty and 
suddenly you realize there was no beginning and there 
will be no end. 

In your search for the truth you have lost sight of 
the sky. The shell which harbors your soul has become 
brittle. It is your shield for lost aims and forgotten 

The universe awakens a little more each day. It 
bathes your memory, reviving residual hope. 

It is time once more to pick up the thread of your 
search. You struggle to break the chains of this 
proud, hypocritical world, climb higher into the world 
of harmony and truth. 

Our May Court 

Ruthe K. Stroh, Jr. Special 

Mary Lou Wallace 

THE QUEEN OF THE MAY, here at our school, 
represents more than just the Senior class beauty. 
Her personality and temperment should be as gracious 
as her beauty. Louise Coffman, this year's Queen, 
more than fulfills this bill. The small, dark-haired lass 
from Timonium is well known not only for her natural 
good looks and lovely smile, but also for her truly 
lovely manner. In class, Louise is quiet, assured, well- 
informed, proof that beauty can also have brains. 
(And she is a good cook, too.) 

Jean Nelson, our Maid of Honor is the girl with the 
pert nose and the smart clothes. Tall, tawny haired, 
striking, Jean is the kind of girl you look at twice. An 
honor student, and member of the Kappa Delta Pi, 
this graduate of Baltimore's Eastern High School is 
certainly easy to look at. 

The ten lovely girls in the court are representative 
of our student body in that they hail from both the 
city and several counties. Charlotte Diener, Marian 
Smyrk, Coryne' Harmison, Shirley Zimmerman and 
Peggy Crump are Baltimoreans; while Etta Jane 
Murray, Nancy Dallam, Betty Townsend, Cathy 
Comstock and Cecy Moran are county students. In 
the line of vital statistics, there are 3 brunettes in the 
court, 4 blondes, and all the rest brownettes. That's 
right — no red-head! Four of the [girls, Marian, Coryne, 
Etta Jane, and Shirley sport rings on that certain 
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AN INTEGRAL PART of the modern American 
mode of living is the radio, and the news commentator 
and analyst is a vital cog in that industry. For years 
now, especially since the beginning of World War II, 
Americans have been avid listeners to the so-called 
experts, whose analyses and prognostications of world 
events have thrilled countless millions. The potato 
grower in Maine, the Wall Street financier, the coal 
miner in Pennsylvania, the slum-dweller of the Chica- 
go South Side, and virtually every other citizen of 
this country have become chronically addicted to the 
words of the newscasters. The major networks have 
taken complete advantage of this new American sweet- 
tooth and have staffed themselves with what is per- 
haps an overabundance of smooth-talking commenta- 
tors, whose only claims to fame are high-sounding 
names and an ability to intrigue the public. 

One of the more famous personalities in this pro- 
fession is Gabriel Heater, whose opening commenta- 
ry, "Ah yes, there's good news tonight," has long been 
a by-word to comedians, because, when properly 
spoken, it is guaranteed to produce tumultuous 
laughter. As for Mr. Heater, he is one of those rare 
types of broadcasters who can make even the most 
savage tragedy sound unimportant. If difficulties 
could be overcome as easily as Mr. Heater would have 
us believe, the recent war could have been terminated 
several days after it began. Another member of this 
minute clan of well-wishers is Lowell Thomas, whose 
name and daily quarter-hour broadcast have become 
household traditions. His program is a basic one, as he 
is usually at some resort, and when he goes on the air 
he tosses constant puns at his faithful announcer 
and reads several trivial, but humorous excerpts from 
the news. 

Sharply contrasted to the see-no-evil-reporters 
is the rapidly growing group of commentators who go 
beneath the smooth outer surface of the American 
government and come up with loud accusations such as 
"Moe Blatz is a Communist because he wears red ties 
and drinks vodka," or "Senator Blooper was seen read- 
ing a copy of 'P.M.' and eating caviar, and therefore 
is unfit to hold his seat in the upper house." Lead- 
ing this field is Drew Pearson, whose radio program 
and syndicated newspaper column, "Washington 
Merry-go-round," are said to exert more influence than 
the works of any other correspondent in the capital. 
Mr. Pearson is rapidly amassing a fortune because the 

(Continued on page 7) 

Library Additions 

The Dragon and The Eagle by Delia Goetz ; Vanguard 
Press, XXX. "... an exciting account of a whole 
period of Chinese-American relations," from the 
Flying Cloud to Flying Tigers. Published in 
collaboration with Foreign Policy Assn. 

Yes and No Stories by George and Helen Papashvily; 
Harper Brothers. A book of Georgian Folk Tales 
by the authors of Anything Can Happen. This is 
living literature of the peoples living between the 
Black and Caspian Seas. 

Steamboats Come True by James Thomas Flexner; 
Viking Press. Who was the inventor of the steam- 
boat? Mr. Flexner is frankly more interested in 
personalities than in mechanics; tells of race for 
success; satisfying those wanting the mechanical 
facts; emphasis is, however, on the nature of 
inventive genius and its effect on the world of 

Horses I Have Known by Will James; World Publish- 
ing Co. Will James knows the horse of the western 
plains; here he tells the stories of a number of 
horses, good and bad, that he has known. "The 
equal of anything Will James has written." 

The Dark Horse by Will James, Grosset and Dunlop. 
The story of a thoroughbred wild horse with a 
pedigree a mile long and dating back to B.C. 
Charro and Colonel, the dark horse and his 
companion, rank with Smoky. 


{Continued from page 6) 

programs on which he conducts his "mud-slinging" 
campaigns against public officials are very much in 
demand. As Mr. Pearson's New York counterpart, 
Walter Winchell has the largest radio audience of any 
commentator, and he too takes great pride in ridicul- 
ing high government officials. Unfortunately Mr. 
Winchell does not stop here, but, possessed with a 
Louella Parsons complex, he delivers dissertations to 
his listeners on the marriages, divorces, and expect- 
ancies of prominent people. 

That the radio commentor plays an important part 
in the American system, has been established; but, as 
for myself, I'll stick to the funny papers, especially 
L'il Abner and Dick Tracy. 
MAY • 1947 

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WE HAVE just read Thunder Out of China by Theo- 
dore H. White and Annalee Jacoby. Though we 
enjoyed the book we are of the opinion that there 
are far too many "eye witness" accounts. Since John 
Gunther started his "Inside" series, every corres- 
pondent overseas has given his personal viewpoint 
upon some aspect of the international situation. We 
think it rather presumptuous of Mr. White and Miss 
Jacoby to attempt to explain China in a few hundred 
pages composed mostly of opinion. It is time that 
real scholars studied the Chinese situation from every 
possible angle. What is needed now are facts, not 
opinions, as to whether the Communists or the Chiang 
government is best. We need to have the true picture 
of the happenings in China before we can condemn 
either party. 

Joe Miller was a popular English actor. When he 
died in 1738, a London publishing house decided 
to use his name on a new book. Joe-Miller's Jests 
was published in 1739. It was the first best seller on 
record. We'd like to reprint a joke or two, but our 
censor won't allow it. Boston would probably ban 
the book. 

We are sure that Boston sponsored "Godey's Lady's 
Book." This was a household authority in the middle 
of the nineteenth century. "The perfect hostess" 
wrote the editor, "will see to it that the works of male 
and female authors are strictly seperated. Their 
proximity on the shelves, unless they happen to be 
married, should not be tolerated." 

The executive council of the S. G. A. works hard 
preparing a budget. When the budget comes upon the 
floor, some of the students think it a bad one. Then 
they get up and wrangle over it for an hour, usually 
accomplishing nothing. Instead of the opposition 
trying to think on their feet while discussing the merits 
and fallacies of a budget that the council has worked 
on for a period of weeks, they should formulate their 
ideas before the meeting and then present their case. 
This would save much time and trouble. 

We like the enthusiasm with which Mr. Levine 
tackles a job. He almost single-handedly aroused 
student interest in the variety show. A few people 
like Mr. Levine more than counteract the many who 
sit around and dully repeat that "there just isn't 
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More people are smoking CAMELS today than ever before in history ! 

Yes, experience during the shortage taught millions 
the differences in cigarette quality! 

DIVING Champion Mildred O'Don- 
nell hasn't forgotten the 'war 
shortage of cigarettes. "I never real- 
ized there were such differences in 
cigarettes until the shortage," she re- 
calls. "That's when I really learned 
what cigarette suits me best — Camel." 
Millions of others had the same ex- 
perience, with the result that today 
more Camels are being smoked than 
ever before in history. But, no matter 
how great the demand: 

We don't tamper with Camel 
quality. Only choice tobaccos, 
properly aged, and blended in 
the time -honored Camel ivay, 
are used in Camels. 

II WAS NO FUN, the cigarette 
shortage; but it "was a real ex- 
perience. That's when millions 
of smokers learned the mean- 
ing of the phrase, "Camels suit 
T-Zone' to a T.' " 

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According to a recent Nationwide survey: 

More Doctors Smoke Camels 

than any other cigarette 

Three nationally known independent research organizations asked 
113,597 doctors — in every branch of medicine — to name the ciga- 
rette they smoked. More doctors named Camel than any other brand. 

Dr. Wiedefeld 7 s 
Farewell Message 

I KNEW when I accepted the presidency of the State 
Teachers College at Towson and thereby assumed 
leadership for the education of the teachers of Central 
and Southern Maryland, that I was moving into the 
culminating activity of my professional career. I 
promised myself that it would last just ten years. I 
did not know that a second world war was in the 
offing and that it would crowd ten years of problems, 
and handicaps, and changes, and accomplishments 
into nine calendar years. But that is what happened 
and so my ten years are up. I leave you for whatever 
work awaits me. I want a good vacation first in which 
I hope to do a deal of "tinkering" and "pottering." 
Before I tire of that I am sure there will be jobs to do 
JUNE • 1947 

and 1 shall begin a new kind of living. I am looking 
forward to it with enthusiastic expectancy. 

I shall miss all of my associates at the college. I am 
leaving one of the finest college faculties in the United 
States, and 1 bequeath lo my successor a staff of 
assistants in the library, the offices, the dormitories, 
the shops, the kitchen, the power house, the laundry, 
and the fields which is unequalcd anywhere. I pass to 
him also a student body fine in all respects and having 
potentialities for becoming finer. 

From now on we shall be fellow alumni and I shall 
be happy at all times to work in the interest of my 
alma mater. 

M. Theresa Wiedefeld 

Looking Back . . . 

THE LAST four or five years of Dr. Wiedefeld's 
administration have been critical ones in the history 
of this college. 

With the advent of the war, our college like all 
colleges was stripped of its men students and teachers. 
Many Maryland teachers left to go into the Service or 
into more lucrative warwork. The demand was put 
upon S.T.C. to help alleviate the teacher shortage. 

The College under the able leadership of Dr. Wiede- 
feld made creditable efforts to relieve the situation. 
Ten-week summer courses were give to allow students 
to graduate in three years instead of four, and cadet 
teachers were sent out for the elementary grades 
after a special six weeks training course. In nineteen 
forty-five tuition was eliminated. These temporary 
adjustments helped carry the Maryland school system 
through the war years. However, the real relief came 
this year when, partly because of the arguments of 
Maryland's teacher colleges, the state government 
raised teacher salaries. 

At the close of the war the college responded to the 
sudden influx of students in all schools by installing a 
Junior College Division, where veterans and high 
school graduates have been given excellent instruction 
without being subjected to the overcrowding so 
common in most other colleges. 

Besides leaving behind a fine record of achieve- 
ments, Dr. Wiedefeld has instigated several plans for 
our future. 

Under her able guidance, our college has begun 
to grow. The coming years will see the continuance 
of that growth. We shall miss Dr. Wiedefeld, but 
we hope that she will keep in contact with us, and 
that she will see many of her plans for us bear fruit. 

William Cline 

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Method vs. Matter 

IN THE EVENING SUN of May 15, Mr. William E. Wilson presented an 
article entitled, Teacher Training, in which he discussed method vs. matter in 
regard to the training of teachers for the public schools of Maryland. Mr. Wilson 
introduced a hypothetical graduate of a liberal arts college whose sad plight upon 
trying to obtain a position with the Baltimore City Board of Education was 


According to the article, the candidate was turned down because, even though 
he had earned two degrees in the subject which he wanted to teach and had taught 
in a private school, he had no Education courses and no practice teaching. 

We sympathize with Mr. Wilson's would-be teacher in his desire to have the 
best possible training in that subject which he expected to teach. And we agree 
that perhaps the curricula of such an institution as ours does show a lack of com- 
plete training in any one course. But we cannot understand Mr. Wilson's readiness 
to discount the value of the Education courses we get here. Surely even he has had 
the all-too-universal experience of wasting time and energy in the class of some 
particularly brilliant scholar who knew his subject matter well but could not get 
any of this knowledge across to his students. 

There is more to teaching than just knowing the subject matter to be taught, 
and it is in recognition of this fact that Maryland insists that its teachers know 
the how as well as the what of the profession. 

We would also have Mr. Wilson remember that our college is primarily a train- 
ing school for elementary teachers and that, as such it must be concerned first 
of all with the welfare of the children to be taught. An elementary school child- 
according to that "vague" course, Educational Psychology — is in the most form- 
ative period of his life. He is much more influenced by the personalities he comes 
in contact with than by any subject matter that may be presented to him. 

Under our present system, the elementary teacher is in charge of the child for 
about six hours each day. Is it not much more important therefore, that she know 
something of child psychology, that she know the growth patterns of children, 
that she know how to account for the actions of certain children of certain ages, 
than that she know about the epic Beowulf or the writings of Chaucer? 

Subject matter is important, and our college has not neglected it. But it must be 
remembered that our "major" is THE CHILD. Even Mr. Wilson will admit 
there is no more important subject. 


KNOWLEDGE is of two kinds: we know a subject ourselves, or we know where 
we can find information upon it. 

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To The Students 

NEXT YEAR the Tower Light will undergo a 
transformation from a literary magazine to a news- 
paper. This will necessitate changes in the staff 
structure and in the type of material used. The new 
staff will consist of an Editor-in-Chief and Managing 
Editor elected by you to supervise the new publication, 
and those departmental editors and writers necessary 
for the smooth running of the paper. Emphasis will 
be on material that is timely and of interest to the 
various groups of students present on our campus. 

A "Letters to the Editor" column will probably 
be instigated and from your letters the staff will 
decide what kind of articles you want in your paper. 
Columns such as book-review, movies, fashions, etc., 
have been suggested. Some of these will be given a 
trial and your reaction will determine whether or 
not they will remain. The staff hopes that the stu- 
dents will respond to our plea for opinions and crit- 

The Constitution for the new Tower Light reads 
as follows: 


The Tower Light is the official publication of the 
Student Government Association of the State Teachers 
College at Towson. 

Article I 

The publication shall be called the Tower Light. 

Article II 


The purpose of the Tower Light is to provide an 

organ for the student expression, to further worthy 

projects in the school, and to report all activities of 

interest to the students. 

Article III 
The Tower Light will be published semi-monthly 
during the school year. There will be approximately 
sixteen issues each year. 

Article IV 
Section 1 : Election — 

The Editor-in-Chief and Managing Editor of the 
Tower Light shall be elected by the student body of 
the college during the regular February elections of 
the Student Government Association. 
Section 2 : Term of Office — 

The term of office of these staff members shall be 
from February to February. 
JUNE • 1947 

Section 3: Eligibility — 

Any student not expecting to do practice teaching 
during this term of office is eligible for the positions. 
Section 4: Duties — 

It is the duty of the Editor-in-Chief to formulate 
policies, edit all material contributed for publication, 
and to act as liaison officer between student body, 
staff, faculty and printer. 

It is the duty of the Managing Editor to make 
assignments and to be responsible for collecting all 
material from contributors. 
Section 5 : The Rest of the Staff — 

The staff of the Tower Light shall be appointed 
by the Editor from members of the student body; it 
shall consist of those department editors and contri- 
butors which are necessary for the most efficient 
operation of the newspaper. 

Article V 


Amendments to this constitution must be approved 

by the Executive Board of the Student Government 

Association by a majority vote of the members of 

that body. 

Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated 
and carefully considered. 

There are several difficulties inherent in changing 
from a magazine to a newspaper. Some are general 
ones such as the necessary changes in the type of 
material and point of view of the publication. Others 
are peculiar to our college. The different parts of our 
student body — Junior College, Elementary Division 
and next year, the Junior High School and Kinder- 
garten Divisions belong in the latter group. Certainly 
a literary magazine was ineffective as a medium of 
expression for such a diversified group of students. 
We sincerely believe that a newspaper, written by, for 
and about the students, will better answer this need. 

We, the Staff, pledge to do our job to the very best 
of our abilities. With the support, tolerance and co- 
operation of the student body, we will do our utmost 
to make the Tower Light a newspaper that you will 
be eager to read and proud to own. 

The Tower Light Staff 

Results of the Tower Light elections: 
Editor-in-Chief — William Cline 
Managing Editor — Bill Wood 

Taking a Walk 

Bernice Shugar 

I herewith state, affirm, declare: 
I will not walk from Here to There, 
But for the good of flesh and soul 
Go rambling toward no certain goal. 

Nor will I have a limit set 
Upon my time — a gnawing threat 
To harass me and dim my pleasure. 
I'll have no smug-faced gadget measure 
The seconds when I wish to stand 
And stare at birds or grains of sand, 
Or follow trails still unexplored 
That lure with promise of adventure 
Which no Real Walker could afford 
To miss — by having an indenture 
With something stubborn as a mule, 
Inviting Nature's ridicule. 

And so I state, affirm, declare: 
I will not walk from Here to There, 
But turn me homeward when I will — 
Regardless of a watch's skill. 

To The May Queen 

Persephone returns again to Mother Earth 
Who sad, neglected, waiting her rebirth 
From mourning, joyous lifts her weary eye 
And hopeful, sees the queen of spring draw nigh. 
Her scepter swaying, Spring assumes her reign, 
Awakes all life within her wide domain. 
Men, praising Earth for her glorious display 
Make pageants, fetes, to welcome this glad day. 
Gather we now to pay homage to the Spring. 
Beautious Queen, behold your subjects bring 
Tributes of melody, of love, and joys, 
All pleasing scenes that royalty enjoys. 
We gather round your throne, this happy day 
So accept our humble praise, fair Queen of May. 

Helen Hanson 

Waterworks by Night 

Bernice Shugar 
I walked past the reservoir at night — 
Dynamos throbbed; the filters hissed; 
From the water an ethereal mist 
Rose slowly in the pale electric light. 
The waterworks is an eerie sight — 
A dim gnome world with lamps around, 
Pulsing to the dynamos' low sound, 
Hidden in the Goblin quilt of night. 
It would surprise the town to learn 
That an elfin world of fitful misty glow, 
Filled with the hum of a goblin dynamo, 
Lies behind the faucet that they turn, 
That a universe like those of fairy lore 
Lies unsought, in the common reservoir. 

"Beginning or the End" 

Joan Johanson 
"The Lost Week-End": The week-end before exam 

week when you should have been studying, but 

went out instead. Hmmmmm! 
"One Exciting Week": May 30th to June 6th. 
"Blue Skies": Exam Monday. 
"Night and Day": Cramming. 
"Deadline at Dawn": Staying up almost all the night 

before the toughest exams. 
"Valley of Fear" : Room 220. 

"The Strangers": The famous men I forgot to study. 
"The Killers" : The questions I was sure they wouldn't 

ask (so of course didn't study). 
"Beast With Five Fingers": The characters who 

cover up their answers. 
"Undercurrent": Psst! psst! What's the answer to 

No. 36? 
"Decoy": Violent cough — deep moan — No. "36 is 

"Deception": Oh, those ingenious cribes. 
"The Mad Monster": The eager-beaver who never 

worries about exams because he studies all semester 

"They Made Me a Criminal": Teachers who give 

"Smash Up": Comparing your answers outside with 

the class brain. 
"Nobody Lives Forever": The feeling you get after 

handing in the last exam. 
"Tomorrow is Forever": Awaiting the grim results. 
"Stairway to Heaven": Hallelujah! We made it- 
See you all in September! 


Readin' this Summer 

HERE ARE a few of the books, from the old and new, 
our library correspondent thinks might make for 
summer reading pleasure. The categories are varied, 
in keeping with tastes, in light of Miss Yoder's remark 
that "some folks want the heavier stuff" and with our 
own feeling that summer reading might be light reading. 

One new book which is on the "Should Be Read" 
list is Mrs. George C. Marshall's Together. The story of 
General of the Army George C. Marshall has reached a 
high point with his position as Secretary of State; his 
wife here fills in the years that went before. Together 
is one of the most heartening books of a dark decade. 
Also, as General Marshall will not write his own 
memoirs, it is a most important book. Aside from its 
topical subject matter, it is one of the great love 
stories of our time." 

For the short story fans, there are two new volumes 
by Eudora Welty in the STC library. A Curtain of 
Green, which numbers among its contents seventeen 
stores, has Time and The New Yorker waxing lyrical. 
The Wide Net, containing eight long stories, prompted 
Sinclair Lewis to say that the authoress "has become 
possibly the most distinguished of the new story- 
tellers." Miss Yoder tells the writer that Mr. Guess has 
recommended both books. 

Now comes a book which one person has classified 
as "tough", Robert Lowell's Lord Weary s Castle. 
This book has received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. 
This volume contains thirty-two new poems as well 
as ten poems revised from an earlier volume.- While 
this might take a little time to digest, Lowell is a 
poet of whom we should at least have nodding knowl- 
edge. On second thought, don't ask for this book at 
the library!!!! Yours truly has decided to take it. 
Line forms at the right. 

Special!!!! For the graduates, and those that flunked 
Dr. Walther's Economics course, we present Fritz 
Sternberg's The Coming Crisis. Here's some quotations 
from the jacket — "We shall not avert the economic 
crisis of 194? Will we meet it better than we did in 
1929? If we fail, the world may face a new war. A 
long proven record for accurate prediction, based on 
all facts and clear reasoning, makes Fritz Sternberg 
one to be heard and heeded now. At the end he offers 
a program for progressives". 

These are just a few suggestions. Wander up to the 
library and browse around, you may find some other 
book to help fill out your reading schedule to your 
satisfaction. Francis Barnette 

JUNE ■ 1947 

What Are 

You Doing This Summer? 

Vinnie Lowe — 

Sleep, get married, play baseball. 

Ann Clotworthy — 

Waiting for the plane to come in from Panama. 

George Levine — 

Sleep, paint and garden. 

Jim Darnaby — 

Follow his philosophy Eat, drink and be 

merry for today is the tomorrow you worried about 

Dick Handler — 

Play ball for the Orioles??????? 

Ginny Young — 

Work in Washington "If I don't fail and go to 
summer school." 

Ruth DeHoff — 

Work in a hotel in Massachusettes as a waitress 
with Edith Paul, Margie Worley and Marie Sand- 

Ginny Spalding — 

Stay in Baltimore and work. (Can't imagine her 
not going home to see that ex-Air Corps man.) 

Margaret Hennlein — 

Work on the farm at home. (You know what hap- 
pened to the Farmer's Daughter.) 

-Joe Scott — 

Play golf and perhaps play in a band. 

Shirley Talbret — 

Take a vacation .... it's been three years since 
I've had one. 

Jean Nelson — 

Work at a camp in Pennsylvania. 

Bill Wood — 

He and his convertible are going to give the gals in 
California a break. 

Keith Rembold — 

Make trips in the general direction of Annapolis 
(could there be a woman involved?) 

John Hilker — 

Work at Greenspring putting milk bottles on top 
of artesian wells to rinse them out. 

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The Once Over 

William Cline 
WE WENT to the Washington Zoo the Other day. 
The penguins that Byrd brought back this year are 
there. They are placid, even dispositioned birds. They 
stood and stared at the people, other penguins and 
the scenery with the same expressionless and vicious 
look. They reminded us of a group of college students 
listening to a lecture. 

We have heard much blame heaped on the heads 
of the German people for their belief in the divine 
right of Germany to rule. It is right that those Germ- 
ans be chastised for such illogical beliefs. However, 
let us not think that this is only a German fault. We 
quote here a speech given in the U. S. House of Repre- 
sentatives on August 15, 1916, 

"1 have an abiding and an unbounded faith in the 
great destiny and in the undying glory of my 
country. I believe that the time is not far distant 
when we shall have complete military and naval, 
economic and industrial, intellectual and spir- 
itual prepardness; when American genius and 
American influence will dominate the nations 
and overshadow the earth. . . . and whether 
proceeding from the mouth of an ambassador or 
from the hot throats of Federal guns, the mandate 
of the great Republic will be heard and obeyed 
throughout the earth." 

We hear others deploring educational regimentation 
in the countries and we agree that regimentation is a 
bad thing. Yet we remember that in 1922 the "Com- 
mittee on Studies and Textbooks" of the public schools 
of New York City (consisting of principals and teach- 
ers) declared in their report of March 27, 1922: "The 
textbook must contain no statement in derogation or 
in disparagement of the achievements of American 
heroes. It must not question the sincerity of the aims 
and the purposes of the founders of the Republic or of 
those who have guided its destinies .... (In dis- 
cussing the American Revolution), "everything es- 
sential is accomplished when it is made plain to the 
pupils that the Colonists had just grievances; that 
they rebelled because they could obtain no redress; 
that they were inspired by a fierce love of liberty; 
that they counted neither the cost nor the odds against 
them; that the dominating spirit of the Revolution is 
found in the words of Nathan Hale: 'I regret that I 
have but one life to lose for my country'." 

A necessary adjunct to a college education is a course 
in logic. Too many students think that the word 
discussion is synonymous with argument. 


From the Graduates 

^^■A, | WE'VE ALL 

WfW, L^M^. 4 / HEARD the old 

JrM ^k Jill' I B saying, "College 
jS ffl J ^K^^^Bk I if days are the best 

days of your life." 
How true that 
really seems to us 
asour college days 
are ending. Our 
four years at State 
Teachers College 
have been free and 
happy ones. We 
represented one of 
the last war time 
classes. We were 
small in number 
but were large in 
plans and ideals. Through the cooperation and help of 
our college president, Dr. Wiedefeld, our class advisor, 
Miss Roach, the members of the faculty and our fellow 
students, we were able to achieve at least part of our 

Yes, our college days have been successful, but 
without the generous advice and aid of Miss Roach, 
who patiently saw us through many trials and strug- 
gles, our success could not have been great. Her 
friendship will always be a bright light in our memories 
of the days at Towson. We are indeed indebted to her. 

Because we were perhaps one of the smallest classes 
at the college we had the opportunity of knowing the 
faculty members and Dr. Wiedefeld very well. Through 
our activities Dr. Wiedefeld became acquainted with 
us. It was with regret that we learned of her leaving 
the college and we sincerely believe that the spirit of 
friendship which we feel toward her will remain a 
strong link in the chain of our college memories. 

We cannot possibly say farewell to the days of 
happiness found here at Towson. There are too many 
things we can never forget or put aside. Our hearts are 
sad as we think of leaving behind our college friends, 
but we can always look forward to a bright future and 
to meeting again. So, it's not "farewell" from the 
seniors, but "so long for a while." We will always be 
with you, at least in our memories! 

Etta Jane Murray, 

President of the Senior Class. 

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Calendar for 1947-1948 

Registration — First Semester 

All Freshmen Wednesday, Sept. 10 

All other students Friday, Sept. 12 

Schedule of work for first semester: 

All Freshmen Thursday, Sept. 11 

All other students Monday, Sept. 15 

Dormitories open for resident students: 

Resident Freshmen 3 P.M., Tuesday, Sept. 9 

Other resident students Friday, Sept. 12 

Thanksgiving recess begins 4 P.M., Wednesday, 

Nov. 26 

Classes are resumed 9 A.M., Monday, Dec. 1 

Christmas recess begins 4 P.M., Friday, Dec. 19 

Classes are resumed 9 A.M., Monday, Jan. 5 

Founders Day Thursday, Jan. 15 

First Semester ends Thursday, Jan. 29 

Second Semester — 

Registration Monday and Tuesday 

Feb. 2 and 3 

Classes are resumed Wednesday, Feb. 4 

Easter recess begins 4 P.M., Wednesday, Mar. 24 

Classes are resumed 9 A.M., Tuesday, Mar. 30 

Second Semester ends Friday, June 11 

Commencement Tuesday, June 15 


Regular work begins Monday, Sept. 8 

School closes Friday, June 11 (185 days) 

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SPRING IS HERE and almost past The Gler 

activities have increased . . . The athletic departments 
have geared their programs to meet the students' 
demands .... The feminine set is out these days with 
softball, badminton, volleyball and archery, taking up 
the lassies time . . . The men have spread their activi- 
ties to include intercollegiate baseball, track, golf, and 
rifle, and tennis . . . Coach Minnegan soon hopes to be 
a full fledged "Doctor" . . . We'll officially tab the new 
gym "Dr. Minnegan's Health Farm" as soon as he 
receives his purple hood ... In bygone days, Towson 
had national championship soccer teams; ah, for the 
return of glory to our campus ... Of the original 
active "hatchetmen" only three made the baseball 
team . . . Thanks to Mr. Von Schwerdtner for the 
excellent job turned in with our baseball team .... 
Towson has definitely become big time in the athletic 
world as well as the academic . . . Take a look at next 
year's schedules . . . Like to wish the various teams of 
our school the best of luck during the coming seasons 
. . . Although Towson didn't win every contest during 
the past season, we walked away with the "Sports- 
manship" crown — let's keep it . . . 



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